Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
A part of myself makes words without a trace
of what carries them. Or a face, distant
shapes my tongue’s imaginary order.
In storefront glass, in shining, I walked.
Slush and freezing air. Bodies of children
wash up on Lesbos. Antique mythology.
Vast symptom of signs unhinged like a snake’s jaw.
The interface goes fuzzy. Lyres and
fires like Sappho invented. The ground
is now cement and glass. Visionary
images collide in retail exchange.
Streetlights spread low buzzing as night falls.
Un-map known interiors. I dream when
rain turns to ice in the overcast city.