I Do Not Write Love Poetry
but memoirs on your arcs pilings of tobacco peppered question marks morning it is raining paraoxysms from my crown wordlessly you pour for me tempers tremors now dusk I am awake again here another drought I silhouette your body softly smoke you out Photo credits: Photo by Robert Ruggiero on Unsplash
Bedtime Stories for a Grieving Child no. 4: Royal Holloway on Fiction
His wrinkles were gone. His crows’ feet only just starting to set in, the laugh lines around his mouth less pronounced than what I was used to. He wore his starched white business shirt, sweat faintly dripping down his brow, his hair just starting to recede. There he stood in his stiff work clothes, a […]
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By Abhishek Udaykumar.
A poem by Abhishek Udaykumar.
J. Wright i. Start Sometimes these things like the best things take time ii. Smile I can’t remember what I said to make you smile iii. Sure I smoke often only so that my hands have something to do iv. Sorry You and I beneath pale bluish skies knit together in birdsong v. Skin I […]