Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Old weird wonder. Make it mysterious.
Each minute failing, what maps out by
gesture, a stance of physical worth?
My country in her mouth to withhold
reality. Like a history of
Model Ts and toasters in production.
Wild with worry and pain in my head.
A robin on a fencepost fluffs dense breast.
Sun narrows in branches. Dusk reddens, comes.
To be masked by skin’s clean shadow. A drum
of bone to echo through Europe’s slumbering.
Retinal cones advance light’s entrance.
Inside myself to fold up or shatter.
Bus stop. Seven Eleven glows like solace.