Poetry inspired by the World Heritage Sites of Nepal from Abhay K.
With my consort Parvati
I galloped
on the banks of Bagmati
as a golden deer every dawn
Now I live behind silver doors
in a tiered pagoda
of wood and copper
topped with gold gajur
Poetry inspired by the World Heritage Sites of Nepal from Abhay K.
With my consort Parvati
I galloped
on the banks of Bagmati
as a golden deer every dawn
Now I live behind silver doors
in a tiered pagoda
of wood and copper
topped with gold gajur
Gabriel Furshong with the poem, "Orphans".
After dark
headlights slice the dusty road into pieces
smells of grilled meat
motor oil
men curse beneath a truck
an old woman
with a sack of oranges on her back
shuffles in the dirt
New poetry from Trish Hopkinson:
"all I need is
already in me: calm, peacefulness,
beauty, elegance—soft,
fluent elegance."
Andrew Pidoux returns to that galaxy far, far away for his poem "Leia".
She was a princess but you’d never know.
Adept as she’d become at getting down
and dirty in the trenches or the snow,
she had no use for castle, throne or crown.
Adrian Cepeda shares a tribute to love and music, his poem "Forget the Weight".
You always ignite me, with your widescreen
thighs. I love you heavy, my beauty
I want you like the Abbey Road
epic.
Wouldn’t a flyswatter be easier by Trish Hopkinson is a poem about feeling nostalgic about the teenage years.
"You see—I’ve whored, I’ve been whoring, my atonement crumbles like an old mural,the throats of San Francisco denizens
calling you fascist while I nod my head ... "
"feral yes but sleek, not skinny, not hurting: the hunting cat excited by the chit, chit of the cardinal warning his mate"