I am obsessive about three things—ideas that can save the world, clean nostrils and good writing. I like cheesecake, but not overmuch. I like people, but not overmuch. I think cartoonists have the power to save the world. I believe H.P Lovecraft and G.M Hopkins were ahead of their time. I love Portland, OR because there’s poetry on the insides of public buses. I once had red hair. My family loves me despite this fact. I perhaps, at times, get voluble. Coffee, anyone?
Priyanka Joseph is a member of As Is, Authentic India, Collaboral Damage, Everyday Life, New England and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Sunday Afternoon 12:21 all’s fogged up / Inside the bus the men and women you will never find on Oprah…
the best part, you sonofabitch, is looking for the exact word…
I’d string out gas-yellowed bridge lamps / to form the big dipper, then pick a lighthouse / as the north star
I got up because tonight wasn’t the night to stand with my face to the stars with a raccoon at my feet, wood pigeons in my hair.
And the silence was huge, / like the space inside a rotten seed…
Dearest, I wanted to write to and tell you of how I long for the moment when we will be together again. The cold winds pace, howling, in the balcony every night, and the moon is unsympathetic to a …