Litmus
I am but an inconspicuous bubble, / at the tip of this burette. / failing all your titrations, / as I grow/ towards your eyes, / speck by speck.
The Shuttle Took Off / और यान उड़ गया
From the far-off lands, / arrived they / by the shuttles so swift, / more than / the feet of light / anxious, sick and shaken / all they had, was / battle and brutality / ego and guile / and mushroom clouds / to fight.
tetrahedral edifices of a sticky rice realm
this is where the dissidents come to rest, here the holy temple / that lets them all have what’s coming to them, for better or for worse—but i am not dead…
Soothsayer Blues
The rich build towers to the sky, harpoon the clouds and tow them to their vineyards, keep them on short chains so they don’t get it in their cotton minds to wander.
Steel Dust
It hardly seems surprising that djinns and djinnis could have apparated to the ancients of this place, the land of purity and dust, dust that settles over everything and can only be disturbed by the clumsy hands of a foreigner
How To Lie About SN 2213-1745
Deny she was ever a star, / or, failing that, / deny she ever went nova. / Deny that she burnt / brighter than galaxies, / brilliant in ultraviolet.
