by Surosree Chaudhuri | Nov 1, 2024 | 2024 October, Poetry
in pools of red rippling out like ringsfrom bridge-dropt stones; Pieces of people holding other armslips chattering in laughter legs crossed in love; Pieces of peopletorn and stripped ...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Jun 9, 2024 | 2024 June, Poetry
This is the easy part of the journey: our submarine still at Sunlight level, jellyfish bodies pressed flush against window glass. In this lifetime – we have just barely scratched the surface of the Atlantic, the tide vomiting us and its glories back against the...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Jun 6, 2024 | 2024 June, Poetry
when he had stood up in his own grave greeted by his sisters and brother-apostles — did Lazarus feel a twinge of craving? did he watch as Martha accidentally sliced her finger instead of dough; did he want severed flesh, gaping flesh in that angry and hungry way? the...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 31, 2024 | 2024 May, Poetry
“I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.” –Robert Frost, “Acquainted with the Night” they have decorated everythingwith boredom. The walls are madeof brick ennui and the carpets are Saxony apathy and the doors are an impressivefiberglass weariness. The vet...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 29, 2024 | 2024 May, Poetry
The old sugar maple that no longer has a lush crown of leaves, still has paved the ground with scarlet, orange, golden and all gradients. Even in its old age, in summer a city of many birds. Now the fallen leaves are the brightest things around with few flowers still...
