Dispatch from Your Fourth Month

poetry
  Outside, bright leaves batter the window screens. Here, you are a warm weight pinning me to now. We will never be cleaner to each other. You have yet to…

The Ghost of The Yum Yum

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  My father-in-law’s hand-painted sign, locked inside, says, Eat As If You Are In China. Color photos of 1980s patrons line the walls, turn sepia. The Yum Yum on Race…

Eveningsong

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  A man at the bus stop lugs +++his cello with such vigour it scares me. +++Unlike him, I’m estranged from my music. The evening makes song from the hollow…

Bleat

poetry
  Is such an interesting word. First because it imitates an animal sound, which is already oddly loaded. Then because the animal is a goat, and not a dog or…

Hauz Khas

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  Subject to general monumentality in the air, the waters of the sultanate-era royal tank too, spoke of solidity and stillness, plastered in a layer of green algae that stuck…

Orfeo, orisha

poetry
  Let not branch, fruit, and gnarled trunk deceive you—a tree is a machine. A chemist, too, whose shiny leaves skulk toward sun and translate its mien into matter. A…

Untitled

poetry
  +++The first time someone told me             please speak English I had to code switch so fast    my languages failed me and I said nothing +++For a long…

Flight, dream

poetry
  There are so many apples on the ground ++++++I am an apple  no        a bee no        the bee’s stinger stinging     my body ++++++Why are there so        many apples…

The lake thinks up its shore

poetry
  We took a chainsaw to the tree she liked to climb, let it rest a few days then dug out the stump, the patient roots. In its place a…

Original Sin

poetry
  was uneven eyeliner done under the fluorescent lighting of a club’s bathroom. Monologues about how we weren’t afraid of the dead, ghosts, old folk tales, done in a stall…