Tag Archives: Anoushka Kumar

notes on grief

at daybreak, a ream is brought into the cosmos             and a wolf’s nightly cries spread gauze on a saltwater wound. a fistfight breaks out and three blind men cauterize       a comrade’s woes, slip a palette knife over trauma. the way … Continue reading

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Snowglobe

Picture this: It is Christmas Eve. There’s an aching in your toes as you’re stretching upwards, moving into a hailstorm that has only just begun. Snowflakes sit on the tip of your freckles as you give the little church boy … Continue reading

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haibun in which i contemplate self-love

1:40 am in midwinter and i’m peeling day-old nail varnish onto the ground. how acrylic leaves an aftertaste quite this sour. outside my window, the may flowers are withering: their leaves drying up, tendrils retracting  on nights like these, i … Continue reading

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fragments of a half-blood sappho

a woman is a woman, and the rebuilt, scribbled and written over patchwork she is moulded from. and so i was. four years ago, a pink-washed godfriend now left behind hurt her head in a courtyard, all dazed in childishness. … Continue reading

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Ghazal For Ghost Towns

Prelude and three ribs overturn themselves. In the distance, two bodies slipping in the light. A loving mother braises her shadow, chewing the veal off a skeleton in the light. The sky—dotted with factory overkill. Primordial overdose, radiation in a … Continue reading

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