Fiction and Poetry

“Words, words, words.”

Bhagwan Ji

All of them sat in a corner of Sashi Master’s living room as it rained heavily outside. In his modest house, the living room was

Moros and Cassandra

Moros’ corporeal form is an awkward tangle of too-long limbs and too-narrow hips, neither of which ease his drive through the congested streets of lower

‘Arena Ukraine’

At every side, cannons. And the only escape… A small and muddy swath with lungs of afternoon and flowers of yesterday soaked in earth and

‘Leopard’ and more poems

LEOPARD Thus walks a beast in Eden, Oblivious of a long thinking tail, Thinking nothing of who wove the spots, Why velvet hands carry the

Three Sonnets

TONGUE A tongue was plantedin my mouth,then candida growling in the house,patted flattwo-handed rote,a love-bound pact,ring of throat ─that dog, long-dead,and dead-wrong,bowing its headlike a

The Beckoning Reeds

On a dismal autumn afternoon, Eleanor Lytton made her way along a narrow boardwalk through the reeds and cattails of a desolate marsh. Leaves had

The Trump Bobblehead

Finding a place to live in Philly on a part-time income took much work. And at one point, I told my best friend, Bryan, that

The clock’s ticking, Karl

‘Twas one of those days one starts by referring to the old self with numbers and using the word ‘twas. Well, I wasn’t sure if

Borges and I

“To the other one, to Borges, is to whom things happen. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and I delay myself, perhaps almost