by Junpei Tarashi | May 28, 2022 | 2022 May, Poetry
the doctor wants to know why you’re angry. you shrug. the bees are dying. and that just doesn’t seem fair. she informs you that anger is a “secondary emotion.” that what you really are is sad, or guilty, or deeply, desperately afraid. you dismiss, but not six...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 1, 2022 | 2022 April, Poetry
A continental wave driftsacross the world as my gut bursts with laughterlike the mall santa during the holiday season, A sign of consumerism. My heart doesn’t ache,My mind justwanders as water across a canvasof coated steel. I love it, I can see them ...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Apr 30, 2022 | 2022 April, Poetry
I – the toxinpearly grey bane in palm sized perfume bottlestwo drops added to beetroot soup and served for supperso the antidote can dissolve their crueltylike flaking frost in the midday sunsinking its teeth into wicked, brutish fistsmaking them limp as their...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Apr 20, 2022 | 2022 April, Poetry
She made her living delivering phone sex. Her looks were immaterial. Her tongue, her throat, her voice – those were the curves, the siren eyes, the dress tightened round the thigh like a hangman’s rope. Her kid tucked in, prayers said, it was time to tell strangers...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Apr 4, 2022 | 2022 April, Poetry
the world slouches down around you, the accidental bump of elbows in hallways, skin beneath sweaters and skirts naked as beach bark stripped. the wind swallows you whole and it is like the subtle difference between autumn and spring— one dying, the other breathing...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 20, 2022 | 2022 March, Poetry
Hail of the moonlight showers in my sole night These needles pierce my skin that wants holy warmth, and bloody loneliness dyes tonight indelible...
