Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
What removes the blankness in the mask
under luminous ball or transparent shell?
Stand inside nothing’s moving center.
I begin where stepping out sends mock routines.
Exhaust fumes streak air like ghostly plasma.
Chest cracks with cold. My fingers branch to grasp
the whole shape of a person, an inner
history gathered in rhythm’s pairings.
Self like a straw to suck through. Held by
a footpath, a passage, a raw doubt.
Slick streetcar tracks, cracked wilderness.
Enlightened reason, custom. I’m tired
of subjective inquiry, looking out.
Tear or tender, a giver to oneself.