Myth Making

Myth Making

I would have sat you down and explained, poured
you a mug of coffee and placed it on
that aqua-painted table we bought at
the thrift store that winter in Alaska

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Untitled

Untitled

Bare every women and rip her on the streets,
And spare not even your mother, own
The pound for murder lingers no more,

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Les femmes d'Haïti

Les femmes d’Haïti

Woman carrying basket of pineapple
Atop her head, hair like an Arabesque carpet
Woven with a million coarse black threads

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A Fight With a Cannon by Victor Hugo

A Fight With a Cannon by Victor Hugo

Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.

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The Inner World of U. R. Ananthamurthy

The Inner World of U. R. Ananthamurthy

Arvind Radhakrishnan & Sudeep Reguna interviews noted writer and Jnanpith winner, Prof. U. R. Ananthamurthy

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Moinare mon tu bordoisila hoi ~ Kiddie jingles fall from grace

Kiddie jingles fall from grace

Rini Barman pays tribute to Khagen Mahanta, the Assamese folk singer who recently passed away

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On Reading in Bed: Montaigne & Me

On Reading in Bed

Robert Boucheron refers to essays of Montaigne while on the subject of reading

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In Bloom

In Bloom

The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…

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The Bookseller

The Bookseller

I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…

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A Long Haul

A Long Haul

They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…

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The Fruits of Halabja

The Fruits of Halabja

children who had eaten breakfast
with their mothers took their
supper with their ancestors.

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A Welcome Note to the Edible Boy

A Welcome Note to the Edible Boy

Atop the flashy designation
Quivering,
is my name in bold

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August, 42nd

August, 42nd

There is no relief, no getting over this heat,
so I settle down and stare into the sky

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Classicism beneath the glass

Classicism beneath the glass

Disparate fragments flew from their frames
A memory or a moment lost

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The Addict

The Addict

I took you out to dinner to celebrate
Your upcoming Rehab stay.

I took you out to dinner to comfort
You when you missed the train.

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