But now shrinks the place where you stand: Where now, stripped by shade, will you go? — Paul Celan

Metaphorica

1. Remember when words fell on the soft ground of your mind like big droplets of rain? Or when they rose up like incense smoke in…

Antipodes

II. Vortices of dreams Gulf streams of treacherous shadows Enchantment of deep slumber at the rocky edges of the night… Like the ancient rhythm of siren…

The Trial of David B.

“Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.”  — Franz Kafka, “The Trial” I was reminded…

Staying Back

The Bangladeshi psyche is a moral and political waste land today. In this dizzying and disorienting kaleidoscope of decay, one name shines more brightly than anyone…

Planet 22

Planet 22— Circling around your own sun in that thin belt that supports life, I dream about you, I dream of your lush forests where night,…

Poems from 2011

Memory Amongst the old books again The order of the poems in which they were first discovered Flint-sparks that echo the lightnings and thunderous skies of…