by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 6, 2023 | 2022 December, Poetry
I drove the hearse to my funeral today. What a ride, accompanied by an organ version of Handel’s Messiah on my cellphone. Took forever. The final ride, I mean. Gloomy faces in the side-view mirrors cast downward. Brows sullen like Monday morning, desolate. I was the...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 6, 2023 | 2022 December, Poetry
Microbes eat our nicotine-stained fingers Until they regrow through ketosis and oily skin lactates The flickering sun boils a broth of broken lips To be replaced by monolayers, purifiers and silicone proteins. Victorious, we swim In bubbling seas of peptides Visiting...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 23, 2022 | 2022 October, Poetry
For You It was silence that entered our mouthsIts track elusive, untraceable as it goesLike the tail of a lizard disappearingInto the crack of a wall. The sticky lick of air, rubbed its tongueAgainst our summer- kissed skinThrough the day...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 3, 2022 | 2022 September, Poetry
Kilometros de campos, miles of corn growing more green, creciendo más verdes. Land—not clay, sandy—arcilla, arenosa. Cada granja, each farm, no bridge a la otra. Los silos, molinos de viento— Silos, windmills, el maíz, cielo. Cuando el cielo está más despejado se cae...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 3, 2022 | 2022 September, Poetry
Brushed from evening’s attic, A profusion of powdered hues – Rain-softened green, citron Yellow and a dusky-gray bleeding To blue – fluttering like clouds Of dust illuminated by the throw Of light, eager to expose their wings And tiny contusions of body to the Black...
by Junpei Tarashi | Oct 27, 2022 | 2022 October, Poetry
Sometimes it’s really easy. The sun is yellow and then pink. The heart beats a little harder for you. There has never been anyone else who has made me feel like this – like my belly has a reason to be full. It’s really easy, really. The poem means what it says....
