Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
All the gods are gone, hung in Valhalla
like netted birds. Find time’s rhythm, legs and arms.
Balinese angel triangulates space
stepping through. Water under limestone
cools terrain naked slipping over
car cushions, heated black sun windshield
going home. The everyday, a cut surface.
Dear friend, don’t go. Sing wild memory
endless matter’s interior beating.
Hurt’s old hold centers self’s labyrinth
strict codes set habits, shades. Wandered in
sentences and phrasings, tiny syllables
pulsing under words. What is love but form?
Elm and barren limbs. February’s pure fire.