Tuesday, May 30, 2017

A Work Of Artifice

Penzai (penjing) on a mural (706 CE) — in the Tang Dynasty tomb of Prince Li Xian, Wiki Commons
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.

- Marge Piercy

Tuesday, May 02, 2017


Curtis "Talwst" Santiago
Every Saturday, Father and I Would Go Get Lined Up, 2016
Your words,
like soft flowers came.
With sound of train whistles,
Lily asleep on your bed,
Santiago and Peanut
leisurely lined up: in ink that matters
- of distant loves in vicinity.

- Neha, for Riley

Monday, May 01, 2017

Jasmine dreams

Jannat by Neha
is here,
with my
in you.

- Neha