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Bend like Bamboo

By Sheridan Wilbur   I favor the tree that, like myself, braves the winter wind – Aldo Leopold   Bend like bamboo   sometimes I – no usually, almost always – I turn my face away from the sting of biting wind and shut my ears off from piercing sounds I close my eyes to ugly sights and stop my mind from drifting to thoughts, uncomfortable   but what if – I favor that what makes me hurt because the…

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Hell and Heaven

There are seven billion hells and heavens, a pair in everyone. In constant tussle with one another, they make us many of one. Every decision, each word, all the thoughts that appear Reflections of hell or heaven, in our internal world. Like the birds, bees, tigers and monkeys, we are beasts, With an all important distinction: we’re able to rise above instinct.   There are seven billion hells and heavens, a pair in everyone. Sometimes we veer closer to the…

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handle with care

my mother calls me a hurricane but i think i am less storm and more tsunami.   too quickly, my anger dissipates into sadness: i can never hold onto rage for very long.   see, the world taught me tears but never fury, fear but never its cause—   some days i feel more freak accident than natural disaster. i am too proud to admit i am wrong but too scared to stand my ground.   i have problems with…

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Mustn’t Dance Too Long

Mustn’t Dance Too Long     Straining against the present, inactive in my chair Closing grateful eyelids And   Twirling around the room with a premonition in my arms A glimpse of those things that will demand me In ways The commotional, competitive, clamor of the now Cannot   Wisps of conjured warmth comforting me with what Will, must, be realized A blanket of story book feelings All scratchy sentimentalism and romantic moth-rot   Prophesying must not stay so  …

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Fall

Fall   Bright green turns to scorched yellow Leaves glide from branches to the ground Down, down, down.   The burning sun sinks faster to the ground The scent of autumn, earthy and mellow Winter is coming around.   Days turn shorter, nights stretch longer Inky blue of dusk marks sweater weather Summer’s nearly gone.   Like the leaves we turn from green to yellow From the stem like the umbilical chord we’re cut, We all fall down.  …

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Soul Song

Illustration by: Shailen “Smooth” Parmar Soulsong   Rain is water is life Puddling up at the edge of our minds Swirling down to echo within caverns Water droplets falling from some universal stalactite They splash Ebb and flow swaying uncertain bodies Growing ever closer to rocky shores to breathe gurgling breaths Of one-toned comfort Smatterings of pitter-pattering upon pavement as yet unmarked Forming some sort of pattern Like civilizations in atrophy A trick of the light or Something so true…

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Coffee and Cigarettes/Gray

Ash lands on my white t-shirt, gray relief in a conversation that’s fast turning black and white. You sip your cup of black coffee; I pour a dash of cream into mine. You puff one of your Reds, I smoke my Lights. We don’t know where to take it from here. You take back your fountain pen (a gift from grandma), an Outkast Vinyl, your apartment keys and purple Colgate 360 power toothbrush; I take my tattered copy of Huxley’s…

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Dehradun

  I am tugged: yanked Simultaneously backwards and forward. Boiling through layers, Of space and time. Choices, like petals plucked Part-by-Part, pink, flushed. “I know, I know not. I wonder, I devise plots?” Ambling by, I search for rhyme. My mind seeks its flow. Nostalgia & expectation, Two ends of the seesaw Equally heavy loads. Like mid-February sun, kissing Durham. Or sunny December Sundays down Rajpur Road. Perplexed by daily highs and lows, I feel content, creating and drinking in…

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