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....
by Junpei Tarashi | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 August, Poetry
Thou are not , mine ass — without buttress — worthy of praises high ; miracle sublime ! What trick is this ? Molded between those fibers , black – jean , glory transpires ; ass trod out , and shock the world : juicilicious , taut , marble ! Who...
by Junpei Tarashi | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 August, Poetry
Like blaster s h o t s on a near miss with a light side lightsaber wielder, the concentrated energy wall is a mirror of the distinct tinted visor and impeccable white of a...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 July, Poetry
I hear you brothers. I hear you sisters. of Basra. I hear your wailing criesover your children dying of cancer,over your dead rivers, over your charcoal skies that send the sun scurrying away ...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 7, 2022 | 2022 June, Poetry
Rent apart by two serpents to create the world, her body became the earth and sky, hair, the trees and flowers; springs and fountains flowed from her eyes – humanity expelled with a grimace from her haunches: Only the blood of men could appease her for what she...
