1/24/2016 2 poems by Kushal PoddarGood Morning To You Too Father searches for tea leaves, rumbles, groans, empty cans after empty cans, and each of them holds good memories. I roll in the moaning of the outdoor cat, white one, that lost her first born. And the second. And the third. And the fourth. And a cloud moves winter around the block. I know this neighbourhood. I know nothing. Whiskey morning Whiskey morning. Houses fly over the infertile clouds. A knock on the door tries to bootleg blue wind inside. A shaft of light dismantles a temple at distance. Nothing is sacred. Everything is. When I sip silence away the remnant screams and screams. About the author: Kushal Poddar, widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women, Penn International MK etc, Van Gogh’s Ear, been featured amongst the poets for the month December by Tupelo Press, Vine Leaves Literary Journal's Best of 2014 and in various radio programs in Canada and USA presently lives at Kolkata and writing poetry, fictions and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a lawyer in the High Court At Calcutta and an English Language Trainer in various universities. He is editor of the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’ He authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio) and “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs). The forthcoming book is “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia). Comments are closed.
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