Poetry

    Powder Puff The slender red needles On the dark green platter Tacked with hardknots And stitched, When I asked for the name Said Powder Puff And Laughed Recalled the earthly declaration That eyes...

    Winterlude Tell me about December The soft sigh of the latches The clouded mirrors In the washroom Resolutions smudged They peep out again In a trail of ants Their adventures...

    I Think of the Past The night is clear as glass. I observe a new moon while it’s still there. Wind rustles dead leaves in snow-covered grass. I think of...

    Allium sativum My guts abhor you as much as you abhor my guts and every chance I get I damn you like a sadist mirror showing the lady perfectly clothed swearing...

    Among the Flowers Here, alight on my fingertip. However, fresh from its cocoon, the black and gold butterfly chooses the nearest flower over the poet, though a wing almost touches as it...

    God God yawns and rakes a hand through silver hair, pulls faces, tweaks noses. God’s life is not as one supposes. God is always neatly dressed,...

    -1- Not now, not in this room, Too many clouds, waves, rowdies and easy nights, So they’re giving up the whole shebang, Those desecrated skies where she would...

  (Author's note: The below poems were inspired by early Chinese poetry) *Lost in the Vast Cosmos (After Liu Yong) The sickle moon is a false smile in...

    Translated by Jaya Anitha Abraham   The girl called Isis* The child on the shore Writes about the sea She is not afraid, That the maiden wave might Erase the first...

    Introductory note:   Ashvamedha, a poem in Irish and English by Gabriel Rosenstock, awakens a very distant memory of a ritual which is associated not only with...