Of Loss of Love…

“…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price …

Bathtub in Belfast

Years later we’ll remember the bathtub the position of the taps the water, slippery as if a bucketful of eels had joined us … we’ll be old, our children grown up but we’ll remember the …

Breasts

 ~Breasts – By Kutti Revathi  (English translation by N Kalyan Raman) Breasts are bubbles, rising In wet marshlandsI watched in awe — and guarded — Their gradual swell and blooming At the edges of my youth’s …

The Muse…

“Sometimes I say to a poem, “I don’t have the strength To wring out another drop Of the sun.” And the poem will often Respond By climbing onto a barroom table: Then lifts its skirt, …

The Lord of the Caves

Looking for your light, I went out: it was like the sudden dawn of a million million suns, a ganglion of lightnings for my wonder.       O Lord of Caves, if you are light, there …

~The final flight

The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair As the Leaf Falls from the Tree Is Difficult to Find Who Knows Where it Will Fall Once it …