Poems by prasanna

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  • I come bearing fruit from the northern isles—you...
    and wonder which flesh is sweeter, more tender...

  • In a language of lament and mourning—poetry...
    verses like ’stranded among the living/called...

  • time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
    of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...

  • of light, of love—twined together by the...
    of time, there is little to be said, little to be...

  • Sorrow espaliered across the width of my...
    manages to cast light on it. I suppose that...

  • The body is a river of grief, and at its mouth—a...
    you learn quickly that speaking about the wounds...

  • April, a month of hunger and renewal, licks my...
    with its warmth, drooling rain & snow over me...

  • Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
    consisting of too little, reduced to living in...

  • “Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
    I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...

  • My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm...
    stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you...

  • I become a profligate writer in all matters of...
    I'm compelled to start a religion, write all the...