Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Nobody knows me.So I sacrificed my head.I...
Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Nobody knows me.So I sacrificed my head.I...
I love the love, I love to be Loved Lover's anxiety on the sidewalk of longing Longing for a...
Murder on Garland Street My father shot a crowthe whisper of autumn leaveshushed by a thump on the...
Hen Flies hizzing. Hen stands on the midden.Eye beady as night that sees by dark. In that mind one...
Translated from the Bengali by Arindam Nandy Return from the Seas Blue! Blue! Is there a touch...
Curtain Flowers Look Real In The Sun They quiver in tune with your eyelashes. In the shadows of...
The threesome ‘ve become twosome,I know not when or by whom;The doors through which winds of love...
Aria Nothing is so beautiful as the groundof being. And though the possible toois beautiful, for...
Separation Blues For Paul O’Reilly; after Mike Scott I spent 2020 sitting at my desk in my...
The World is Not Spiritual (an elegy to Pandemic) First you did not include mein the picture I was...