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 …

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 …

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