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I Am And So Are You

November 10, 2024

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Some People Never Change

October 29, 2024

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This World

July 30, 2024

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Choosing

July 21, 2024

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Birthing Poetry

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Introduction to my poetry collection, Being Born Book details: My first tongue is poetry. Long before the writing of stories, my initiation into the creative cosmos of writing happened…

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I Am And So Are You

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You’re wondering if anything you’ve done on this strange ball spinning in outer space amounts to something crucial, am I right? It’s a slow lingering thought that follows you like…

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This World

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In the most complex moments, the best language available is poetry. It’s hard not to consider events, global or local, from wars to socio-cultural/ethnic injustices, and remain grounded; poetry is…

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Choosing

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By accident, I stumbled upon a YouTube video. Well, I doubt many things are accidental on the interweb these days. A single click—yes, by accident—can determine the future of your…

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Ode to Earrings

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I’m obsessed with odes. Odes celebrate, elevate, magnify. They treat their subjects as though they are the only things that exist. They insist on focused attention.  I like them so…

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Post-Op: Dear Kali

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Recuperation has opened me to a world of care, of the slowing down of time, of discerning what success and healing actually mean. I’ve not been able to do too…

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The Human Body is Remarkable

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The human body is remarkable. It generates, regenerates, facilitates decay, and eventually decays. In Buddhism deterioration begins at birth (not much for optimism, but I think several Buddhist tenets are...
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I Eat Fears

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Once when I was 10, I had a few luxurious hours alone at home. It was bright daylight. The height of afternoon, I think. There was no identifiable danger lurking…

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Parting the Curtains

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I take a one minute break from writing essays that have been tearing my heart open. Just one minute, I say to myself again, not long after I had taken…

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Encountering Peacocks

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Once in a while, I like to post a poem, newly written, still carrying the frenzied fragrance of that first act of creating something seemingly out of nothing. Although it’s…

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Poetry on the Move

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“Two days later, I reached Medellin” was the most repeated sentence in my narrative of how I’d travelled two whole days to the other side of the world for poetry….

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Capturing Homes

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My first and so far only visit to Sri Lanka was in late 2009. Just a few months before, in May, the civil war that had been going on since…

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In the Mornings, We Dream

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Early mornings are friendly. At least that’s been my experience. Out of all segments of time in a day, early mornings are the most open, most encouraging, the most attuned…

Poems in Magazines

World

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— for Akka Home is its own geography. Where we stood as children of stilted iguanas, Condenses in a thought, It returns to us on days aged by flagging mint,…

Poems in Magazines

Coral

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Crackling pink, a sea bird’smorning eye plunders deepdown the water cage andfinds coral beds firingpolyps to contact the sun. Vision of a wound, fromacreage of stolen incidents,an eye borne of…

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Beetles

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Let us lag behind the stolen beetles,captives of the sun, garrulous greendots, half complete in the bushbut luminous, spendthrift lightvulnerable to the night antsand our spent crawlthat stirs what is…

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Bees

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Bees froth above the surface,their ancient porridge in-made, asign they are to crack out ofstripes, pearl shut-ins, the mono-diurnal churn and flit. Two bees, or are there ten?You count, re-name,every…

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The Code

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No one came to eat on Sundays. During the week the world was seated on the plastic chairs and the great pillar fans blew away the flies and the piles…

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Anatomies

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I’m alive to the anatomy of a starfish-weedtilting in the grass:I can’t say exactly how being alive works,how suddenly all of one’s cells collectto find a friend in the anatomies…

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Samy Kandiah

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After the sun- just a moment ago ridiculously orange and too titillating for Samy Kandiah who was walking the town twice as he did daily except for weekends- slipped into…

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A Sequence

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I. The tumble you were pestered out of me.rose bramble, thorns and pink hornsI had saved from the grotto by the mangrovewhere the intertidal prawnswaited for you,have simplified into a…

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May I always choose you

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May I always choose youwhen my old lovers return.May I remember your nectarwhen I cannot taste it.May I grovel but knowthat your hands will come.May I hold your lighteven when…