Thoughts on Death

I was reading one of John Ashbery's poems last night when I opened Twitter and saw tweets about his death. It was a weird event that still feels like a lie when I recount it to myself. I was looking at his work again by the way of a list of poets I encountered two …

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On the Bridge, a Carnage

On the bridge, a carnage, Turmoil in a flipped white bus Unified gasp like collective hiccups. Head stuck in glowing screen — For fear, nah — for horror.   You cannot stay bowed forever  Death holds an irresistible allure. The bloodied head, the resolved chin The displaced leg, the lifeless  Body on the route to …

Revival #5

There were two survival mandates for the month of June. One of them is already in jeopardy. You drank hot things, took hot showers, closed the windows, and turned off the fan, turning the room into a stuffy mess. Yet, the cold found you. Thus starts the jeopardy: first an itchy throat, then a runny …