by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 April, Poetry
The legless lady ghost dangles from a coat-hanger of darkness, refuses to leave. She’s what passes for uselessness ever since I pulled up a blanket to cover both myself and the thin man beside me. I mean her death no harm, but she is none – the none that was there...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Poetry
(after Learning about Constellations by Saddiq Dzukogi) Today my father is not dead; he is 73 And his blessing in impeccable disguise A sensible 27 years too early, too late Quick, I need a crash course Nauseating means of preservation A rendezvous at 1:42pm And how...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Poetry
by the time the warnings come around my eyes are hollows, troops move in, reverse the sky, family, friends, with knives in their backs, I can feel the unwinding, posters stuck on every pole & wall of some killer posing as a god, survivors pay for the privilege of...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Flash Fiction
Gerry from over the road has married his car. ‘It’s a beautiful colour,’ Julia tells him at the coronation party. ‘I hope you make each other very happy.’ ‘Thank you,’ says Gerry. ‘It’s a burnt orange, the colour.’ Then a little smile. ‘It’s what I named her after,...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
We walk upside down I have never seen your face detached from your body detached from itself this piece of face which is nothing this piece which is a mask which is a death mask I have never seen death here is the mask detached from the face placed on the table it is...
