
Pearl Harbour by Priyanka Banerjee
Poem on Pearl Harbour by Priyanka Banerjee
Poem on Pearl Harbour by Priyanka Banerjee
Love’s curse, sin’s death, epiphanic venture of the proud moment, curves and turns! The still lake of crooked instincts ruin the paralyzed soul, Searching for a half bent bough breeding another lore of The Native shore. The deepest utterances relish painless sighs. Waves of light play with the surge of the river Nile – Mysterious […]Read Post ›
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Calcutta, July 14, 2018. The weather was whimsical today in Calcutta, but what has ever stopped the city’s booklovers? People turned up in respectable numbers at Gallery Gold, on occasion of the formal launch of Ethos Literary Journal’s debut edition. The journal was launched by the publisher, Hawakal Publishers, in the presence of the editors […]Read Post ›
I wanna drink paint. Gallons of to-die-for lead base. Put color in the old GI. Experience room temperature good ice cream consistency. Taste a spike sledged through the throat, pin ya to the wall. I plan to drink till paint pupils orange pith white; skin gangrene early blackberry green. I wanna die from ochre, from […]Read Post ›
Before the world Went warfare It was womb Comfort cabin Refugees all I appeared Adhering To scar tissue Left by living On untamed land I arrived only After invitation Hand written Selfish sinew A want for control Willing sacrifice Synapse under skin Conquest of flesh Infertile soil Together turning Us to dust This poem […]Read Post ›
Department of English, Suri Vidyasagar College, Birbhum, West Bengal, India Contact: bardhansk@gmail.com Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation is directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry T. S. Eliot in “Tradition and Individual Talent” (1974: 20) Introduction Among the present practicing Indian English poets, Kiriti Sengupta occupies a unique […]Read Post ›
She took me out into the desert on sufferance, for I had learned to please her with my mouth and with my Jewishness, which is not real like her Jewishness, but earned, like a hangover. I made love to her underground, in an old tomb where, the Pharisees presumed, the soul must rot for all eternity with the body until the day of greater dissolution. She cried and told me I had saved her, later on I learned she never loved me, and I wondered, guiltily, if I knew now what it was like to be Jesus. from the forthcoming collection Songs of Crisis, to be published by Angelico Press in the spring of 2018.