It is so tragic and so strange to still get tied to hate, so strong, I think it’s time to make a change, And all, in love, to come along. This life is short, is like a drop, We have to laugh and sing and smile, We have to smell a flower and to stop,... Continue Reading →

I come to you headless heartless without expectations. I come to you breathless clueless without assuredness. Do you want me to turn around to crawl back under the stone I came from? Do you want me to keep coming with blinders on? Why do I shiver in this heat? Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com... Continue Reading →

Am I any older my dear, tell me I cannot tell can you tell me, are you any older, my dear tell me if you can tell, can you tell? Can you tell if we have aged from the inside out or the outside in or is it just on the outside only on the... Continue Reading →

A severed head, I am. Congesting the fridge. My mouth smothers a jar of jujubes—she didn’t cut it off. My skin marbled, my smudged eyelids purple. Father carried this in his tepidity, but now I’m frozen and forgotten like mother. My nonexistent friends will not miss me. In front of my tongue sits uneasily an... Continue Reading →

Despite the moon, nearly full, gliding six inches above the western horizon where that faint line of a Great Lake lies, my couple of cardinals amidst the etched gray of sunrise say it’s morning, and all the little birds believe them. Despite me, nearing fifty, holding two inches before hitting the midway in a life... Continue Reading →

How it ends affirms its essence. You went as lightly as you came or otherwise? Aleatory carriages are better suited to those not connected. This way they don’t wound. Closeness breeds craftiness. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more... Continue Reading →

She pours the tea. The darkness pours itself through the kitchen window, surrounds the cup and the cigarette that droops from her lips. Somewhere out there is an icy lake. Somewhere out there is a crack sucking everything down – her son, even the light. Snow piles up against the door. Icicles point down from... Continue Reading →

I keep a list of my thoughts a rope thrown something to clutch when I remember and plunge remember and melt if you are up to anything it is a sight beyond dog-eared notebooks you would not tolerate an underwhelming afterlife reading scribbled musings remember when I bought the volumizing shampoo by mistake three trees... Continue Reading →

Is it so strange after two years, still no peace with your leaving? The horizon never moves, lying quietly in its bed of distant scars and slants. I look above the tension wires over the sky darkening at four o'clock. The wire leads somewhere, brings something into a house where the cabinets are stocked with... Continue Reading →