Seething Swords of Thirst – Seven Poems by Shankar Lahiri
Scent A ruinous scent wafts along pushed by the wind, bearing melody and shivers. Sap ripens inside ...
Scent A ruinous scent wafts along pushed by the wind, bearing melody and shivers. Sap ripens inside ...
The poet can turn into a wolf She said to them: look at the mountain so that you can ...
HOW DID WE GET HERE? I don’t know what went wrong I don’t know if it was your fault ...
Art is the lie we invented in order to believe in this world To lie is one thing... and ...
Making Pesto There are Basil plants floating just outside my kitchen window I don’t know how they got there ...
JAZZ ALONE for John Quarantined, I’m playing the jazz you hated. Gerry Mulligan & Ben Webster huff luscious sax, ...
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
Today I said twenty-three words Today I said twenty-three words Some people would say “a good twenty-three words” others ...
Australantis there’s a whole ocean filled with sand between what was and what will be where fish grows ...
Letter from a Syrian child to his mother Mom, you never told me that you can die even ...
A Nest of Triptychal Performances PER/FORMATIVE CITIES A Nest of Triptychal Performances Saun Santipreecha Curated by Camilla Boemio Presented by...
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