Morning Coffee #2

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. BY ARUNDHATHI SUBRAMANIAM After A.A. (1967–2015) It’s 2005 and we are almost glamorous, the five of us— the chairs are cane, my shirt batik, the sunshine Goa and Heineken. We’re past the clumsy brutality of eighteen— we’ve deleted makeshift faces, borrowed persuasions, stances without journeys. We’ve forgiven …

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Afternoon Tea #1

Where the author smugly shares his random thought of the day Poets are like porn stars, if they’re doing it right, they don’t want to show the finished product to their mothers. _- SK

Morning Coffee #1

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. “My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.”― Pablo Neruda

Shameless Poetry Hour #1

Where the author shamelessly plugs his poetry Election Day 11/06/18 “The Ohio is oozing its way along,as a young black man trumpets into a phone.             Momma I didn’t take her fucking shit! I worry about him because two cars downIs an old white man making this his business.Barges dislocating …