Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

To My Dida (Gran’ma)… The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight names of Krishna rounding the house anymore in the morning; and collect flowers for the morning puja. The plants are there maybe; last time I saw them, I touched them was two years ago. They…… Continue reading Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

Twenty Five Years: An Elegy for My Father

National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#24: Write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.  I have possessed you through some damaged black & white yellowish photos from your wedding. I have known you through lore & legends told by elders and others; your acquaintances are all over popping up then & now. I heard you…… Continue reading Twenty Five Years: An Elegy for My Father


National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#23: Today… Kate Greenstreet’s poetry is spare, but gives a very palpable sense of being spoken aloud – it reads like spoken language sounds. In our interview with her, she underscores this, stating that “when you hear it, you write it down.” Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem…… Continue reading Fossil