Small Talk The anaesthetist is smiling.I can see plainlyhe has yet to wear his mask.You are going to become a…
I carve questions on a White Pine about my inception “Your father made a wish on a Dandelion”. The Pipit…
and other poems Wrote this in my Sleep So many roseate summers ruinedby sermons to self,fumbling to fitinto form not…
Lullaby burnt hair what gets mixed in serving foam: Gaia fissure describe a deep cut snuff pouch…
By Shamik Banerjee Sparrow Time Noisy flockers battling overFlatbread morsels on a dish.Mother kept these when Earth’s zenithFirst enclasped the…
Winter Sparrow I still remember the ruckus you made,flittering around the house on those little legs of yours. Your vain…
If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…
A ray of sun True sunshine cracked the boards, Touched my irritated wet feet. Swift blooms sang with green crowds, …
A WEAPON I CALL HOPE Time, I say, is always precious.It may be time to give up,time to leave, time…
Over a Cup of Coffee Didn’t you see?It was right there,a tiny white hearton our chocolate brown coffee,like an exclamation…