The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer BY AIMEE NEZHUKUMATATHIL Fredonia, NY Of course I regret it. I mean there I was under umbrellas of fruitso red they had to be borne of Summer, and no other season. Flip-flops and … Continue reading What to make of this summer?
The pile of letters still there where I left them the half empty bottle of coke a delight for the ants all over it the stale air, hanging humidity dust covering the books protectively reminders that I left in a … Continue reading Six Feet Under
The night in its limitless darkness a black hole engulfing all thoughts The picture of James Dean on the table, apparently, a symbol for flagrant rebellion The clothes yet to be ironed yet to be washed scattered on the floor, … Continue reading Rebellion and Romanticism
I asked him what should my last post be year end He said, reflecting creatively on the year end How boring, no? All year you follow and watch, still on YouTube, endless rewinds declaring the year end I started work … Continue reading The Last Post of 2018 – a ghazal
Poem: “This Is Just To Say” Poet: William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so … Continue reading This Is Just To Say – William Carlos Williams
