I’m going to hop on this poem
let it move like a rhino
leather seat worn beyond years
eye of extinct planet
honk its horn contemporarily
tippity galumph.
Poetry
To the Coast
No longer narrow lanes
twisting through green hills of trees
frilly ripple of stream,
but a sharp exhalation
loud exclamation
Survival
each footprint in the snow
is a stroke on the wall—
each move
contemplated
calibrated
painful to all joints—
Three AM
Outside,
the rain whispers—
playing counterpart to the sounds
inside.
Soft tapping of keys
gives birth to ideas, …
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A quiet undercurrent
serves as accompaniment
in searching for placement—
for orphaned words, …
Sunday Morning
Outside,
the church bells
ring;
their chimes cut
through
a gray Whitechapel morning …
Poem by Mohsen Hosseinkhani (Translated from Persian)
1.
which beautiful memory
remains inside us as much as
when our loved ones leave!
which stream will take away
the final tears of our mothers
from our memories? …
Poems Lay Scattered in the City Landscape
Poems lay scattered in the city landscape—
lifeless bodies strewn after a blast.
I went picking them one by one—
faceless, headless, decaying trunks.
The ambulance sirens howled on the roads …
A Guest
I had come to the kitchen to fix a bracket fan
When I noticed a grey, ponderous chap,
sitting smug and unseen near the tea-whitener can.
He was nibbling a slice of cinnamon bread …
An Instant Portrait Artist in a Chaikhana
Dear, with your sketchbook and a pencil box,
neatly placed beside your trendy cigarette case;
and the book that you read with so much grace,
you look as if …