Column: The Good Life: for Mint Lounge

This poem won 3rd Place in the Summer Poetry Winner: Humans of the World. August 23, 2023

Refugee was published in The Mantelpiece Magazine, published in Iceland, in the May 2024 issue.

The blindfolded bear dandelions burst wiggled in the wind settled on the eyes of a black bear blindfolded by stardust he stood up surprised sniffed at the future goosebumps settled as he stumbled through riverine jungles gobbling honeycombed rumbles eating salmon crumbles his mouth full, the great bear spotted a fish leaned over and tumbled black thunder-clouds clapped HA HA! Vajra! the bear, insulted, looked up and snarled releasing a salty salmon hive of bejeweled bees that raced up to the waiting embrace of roiling clouds as they flew thunder bolted lightning slashed frightened, the bees froze [...]

Brahms Lullaby Nobody knows how animal paws came into my handbag Nobody knows how the Brahms lullaby escaped Novak’s tennis racquet Nobody knows how waves throw salt and sand at golden froth coloring the sky Nobody knows how my grandmother who parted the Red Sea sent her husband to jail Nobody knows how the pedophile prostituting marmalade in India garage became a jazz song Nobody knows how my Dad became the daughter of a math problem that mountains couldn’t solve Brahms Lulluby, was published in Verseville Magazine on January 20, 2024 [...]

The wounded drummer boy hiding behind the cosmic sky and his father’s fly tells his friend that he needs to go to Persepolis to get an injection or he will die Two men his father and uncle pose against their vintage car all curves and buff in beige suits shy smiles dangling cigarettes sunglasses against the autumn sky That was before they watched her their beloved speak to the priest about Godzilla’s hold That was before their son went to Commander Green and asked the tarot cards when his mother would get out of his brain so [...]

Lunuganga I lie in Lunuganga Tracing on My lover’s chest A moonlit path That ends at Slivered water’s edge Where A prehistoric saurian Tangled in Lotus stalks Seeks escape From this Unhinged wildness Where My ancestors monkey From sacred banyan And slide their toes On sun-dappled moss That shivers Smoke and mist Where Vapor of sex Exhumed from Jackfruit and citrus Curls into Braided cygnet Calls Lunuganga was published in The Wild Umbrella on October 28, 2024.  

Keeper of harmony Women are like creepers; my mother tells me-- or ought to be. Creepers braid themselves around trees-- no dissonance, only harmony. But I want to be the tree, I tell my Mom and she smiles. Mysteriously. The men of my village need to cut a tree whose trunk they will fashion into an Indra dwaja— the flagpole of victory. I shadow these men into the forest where they examine and reject trees pregnant with flowers; trees withered and dry; trees with thorns and parasites; trees with holes holding nests; trees injured by wind or [...]

Calendared Intention My mother calls me every morning and recites the panchangam = the Hindu calendar, beginning with the year, which shows, perhaps, her long view of life and belief in, if not immortality, at least a lengthy prelude to mortality where action influences attitude and creates gothras = people who were born in the same cowshed except today, bars invite folks to sit and commune, make conversation, form communities, and yes, build cowsheds where couples couple and create lineages that conform to rules, where people in the same cowshed cannot marry each other because it is [...]