Flesh of the Republic, Serial, Bitching Anamnesis (c) Kushal Poddar

Flesh of the Republic Body and flesh float away. Rivulets. Entire sky seeks an address, finds my vein instead. Where will you lose the threads that sew a quilt, patchwork, tales? Winter comes and goes; frost never melts; you know what I mean. Body and flesh float into my vein, and I ask them forContinue reading “Flesh of the Republic, Serial, Bitching Anamnesis (c) Kushal Poddar”

I Was as Cold as A Razor Blade by Kushal Poddar

In the late autumn winter whimpers in her oxygen tent, and we nurse this premature child, see her wither, bloom, sear, brown, exsiccate.   Hence December surprises us when she arrives for a date wearing white sleeveless and drinks from someone else’s chalet. The potion was red. The poison bears no effect.   We tossContinue reading “I Was as Cold as A Razor Blade by Kushal Poddar”

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