A Household tradition

A Household tradition P K Routray I beg to tell you a curious customary tradition, followed in every Indian house belonging to the sects of the Hindu religion

Falling

She fell, through the cracks of time, through the ground, through darkness she fell. Slowly, then fast, never touching anything. Carefully she raised her arm,

Black…?

What will be the new, Black? Will it be Blue, Green or Orange? Or something truly obscene In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream. Will there be ponchos? Or turtle necks Or denim, dungarees

Jakes Dilemma ( Part 9)

Jakes task is creeping nearer.

break the handle of the faucet

break the handle of the faucet in your head & your heart, so that it never stops pouring out o p i n i o n s & thoughts & all the things that make you tick---

intensify

how many times does hillary have to tell the world that Russia needs to do this, or Russia needs to do that, before she runs out of breath?--- it is Russia that reads between the lines &

last vestige of a crumbling empire

mr. panetta wants the world to know that the big bully’s gonna finish his last doughnut & parade with baton in hand to the asia-pacific, where now, he can stand as intimidating as he can
Cherry

Bubble gum pavements

City pigeons make street art under bridges A Jackson Pollock, something organic. It could be Mural 1950s and look—here? A bubble-gum pavement; is this urban street art

Finding Happy

Sometimes I worry About your restlessness, Always looking For something you do not see- Something you call happy. You seem unsettled Itchy feet always running, Head down, Moving on
Gold cherry

If the Queen was like my Gran

If the Queen was like my Gran She’d be retired, Living in a little bungalow Near the sea Determined to stay Independent. She’d tell people that Her husband was a navy man.

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