HERE SHE GOES

HERE SHE GOES A Collection of Micropoems

RAM KRISHNA SINGH

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FRESHNESS

The withered leaves blown in autumn come again with the tired rains the season confers through the soft grey clouds the growing freshness on naked trees

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CROSSING

When the sea is still & mind is wingless the shore & moon one: we walk hand in hand crossing horizons hugging surge of time

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SPACE

How many defy the space between sleep & leap I hear sounds of cracked mirrors & torn veils

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AGAIN short nights & long days sleep loss rustles a friction echoing in bed the cycle of cravings over & over again

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DEATH OF A SONG

In the stillness of morning hangs fog like smoke veils her waiting in street I watch my window wavering shadow announcing death of a song

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MIND love without clothes without bone has a joy within: soft, smooth & full like the mind creative & free

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ECHO Nobody hears the vacuum mourning peace: echo haunts my soul like leafless trees raising grief to sick air

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EMACIATION I am an image they secretly deride in the classroom mental emaciation bridges the gap that feeds a teacher to teach another

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WIND I lost my sleep over a thought I could not make my own the sun’s antidote changed the voice of the wind

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I CAN’T SLEEP It is for their love of God they play loud music or chant His name on loudspeakers but it kills my peace the whole night I can’t sleep

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FRESH CATCH the sea smells from far off leaps to the sky I drive through the maze of returning folks with fresh catch on their head

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HARDSHIPS OF THE SKY I don’t want to mount the hardships of the sky if the earth’s labor pain is false or the action stillborn with or without scalpel the doctor humiliates process

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SKY awaiting the wave that’ll wash away empty hours and endless longing in this dead silence at sea I pull down chunks of sky

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ISLAND The shroud of fragrance in a closed room & a ghost at the threshold gnats & kites abide my triumph it all looks an island

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FALLING MOON Draped in white the night embraces ripples down the terrace the course defies my gaze the moon falls into pieces down my son’s cheeks

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TEABREAK With mordant comments he tries to geld a standpat in a feminists’ meet and turns a sook at tea break

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SHIELD The menopausal man doesn’t know whether it is love or pressure of the groin he preaches heteropromiscuity searching for frolic as another shield

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NEIGHBOR with scheming mind & crafty heart a professional loser perfumes the room with flattering lips & strays a preacher into revolution

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IS THIS ALL? With prayers’ cocktail live animal existence & boast, is this all? in self-same cocoon fungus of illusions grow toadstools of damned tract

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KALI Crudity of the stone conceals grace of nudity the image of Kali reveals to her devotee

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DIVINITY The sun on a mountain grave illumines the path to divinity unrealized in soul

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WAVES Watching the waves with him she makes an angle in contemplation: green weed and white foam break on the beach with falling mood

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HAIKU PRESENT I wish I could live nature’s rhythm free from bondage of clock time rituals of work and sleep expanding haiku present

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CRACKS The cracks on the parapet have widened for the peepal to stay green for once rains too want us to drench our heads and feel one with cool wind in a dark corner

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CRAZY crazy these people don’t know how to go down with the swirl & up with the whirl but play in the raging water

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BETRAYAL There’s so much to see from birds to butterflies & mildewed roses can I pick one for the sun betrayed by clouds the city didn’t expect?

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TAKE OFF resting his chin on the back of his palms he stands at the dusted railing to watch the planes roar & take off

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PAST There’s little to sustain the past looking beautiful each day as we bury it or review over a drink with strangers who don’t know & would forget soon

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HEAVEN Heaven is the frisson of union with fishwife behind the boulders on sea beach

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WHISPERS Seeking shelter under the golden wings of Angel Michael a prayer away now whispers the moon in cloud

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SHADOW Last evening I saw a flower bloom today it’s faded but my fear lurking like a shadow ever present I can’t erase: emptying the mind easier said than done

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GEOMETRY with black & white marks & nest of ants on its skin the tree grows taller shining through the geometry of sun moon & halogen

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SECRET When I asked to open her secret she showed me thumb I thought she would return love for love

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RELEASE Melting chrysanthemum silent chromosomes restless energy stones in wood where is the release?

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SILENCE I clasp your hands & feel the blood running savagely through your arteries in tulip silence

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SHE She is the tree green & wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs

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CRUDITIES the nude reads his skin peeling eyes & curses the crumbled canvas the wrinkling hands couldn’t set: she suffers naked burial for simple art in crudities

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BONDAGE I wish I could live nature’s rhythm free from bondage of clock-time rituals of work and sleep expanding haiku present

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AWAITING Little candles fail to illumine the deity or golden dome in the valley darkness reigns and god too awaits light

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DIRECTION night’s prisoned friends keep me awake with planes flying over the ashram every now and then I watch the direction matters

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SCARED slung-jawed awake two grinning skeletons sit bolt upright in bed hear the shrieks next door but too scared to call the police

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LOUT My bones have holes for eyes I search my teeth in the muck leeches have sucked my blood: where’s the lout who ate my flesh?

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PRICK Unpruned roses unmown grasses make me aware of the emptiness the dusk in her room sounds she searches out her shadow in the rising moon I feel season’s prick

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TENSION The blank space between words is the burnt skin of time I couldn’t paint: they stole the colors & brush of the eyes

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WIND I lost my sleep over a thought I could not make my own: the sun’s antidote changed the voice of the wind

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BROODING Time is running out cracks in walls develop fast but I stay static shrouded in cobweb as if in dusk denying death brooding slipped chances

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POETS Watching the moon in the western horizon two haiku poets scratch each other’s back and mock the rest as neophytes

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OVERLOAD Goes awry the electrical circuit in the brain cells in my drugged sleep I utter expletives unmindful of the victims: I can’t help my sensory overload

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NUDITY The wind lifts her curved nudity hidden in water curtain: I touch the strings that whisper love in each falling drop

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50 TOO FAR Each death has a passage to surprise the dead awareness matters no solace the cow’s tail in the river’s midst heaven far, too far

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DUSTY COLONIES Dusty colonies recount in grammar of cough new tales of hazards near open cast pits they move with graves on shoulders mark my white shirt black

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SEASON’S EYE The naked tree seems to sway in hope of green waves spring promises: here am I prostituting smile in mirror despite change in season’s eye

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SHADOW raising the glass to invite the lone moon: silent shadow suffer the falling leaves yellowed with autumn

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LEMON IN COURTYARD She props the stooping lemons with stake but avoids bending close to me: I die to draw the blossom in my twining arms but she likes the other scent

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ECHO Nobody hears the vacuum mourning peace: echo haunts my soul like leafless trees raising grief to sick air

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SNARES weaving lies & hopes he exposes his skill with riddles only fools himself & prides in snares of deceits buries his own peace

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STAINS Layers of dust thicken on the mirror water makes the smuts prominent: I wipe & wipe & yet the stains stay like sin

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SOUNDS How many defy the space between sleep & the leap I hear sounds of cracked mirrors & torn veils

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FED UP Can’t I grab a little warmth, fresh air & love simple, sound & innocent?

I’m fed up playing life across the net shuttling nightmare in cold

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JOY moonlight lingers on mango boughs like the fruit sweet yellow sun in my courtyard cool shade travels with thin cloud I see love dance

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LIGHT Memory fades like her body in dim light I bury my head in open hands to escape noises

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WAKING standing at the edge I long to float with waves & wave with instant wind on the dream water’s breast I read tomorrow’s wonder: the secret of waking

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VISION teary eyes with sparks and lightning dried vision caged existence seeks deliverance muttering old prayers

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BODY’S SONG Awake in dream he looks for the candle– love’s invitation lighting up in the dark and sings the body’s song

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BEWARE Professors beware intellectual success lies in inventing lies to conceal common truths and sound holier-than-thou

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SHADOWS the mirror swallowed my footprints on the shore I couldn’t blame the waves the geese kept flying over the head the shadows kept moving afar

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ISLAND at the river she folds her arms and legs resting her head upon her knees and sits as an island

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ROTTEN RAT Man is an animal with a peculiar smell says Bertolt Brecht: he smells a rotten rat as he waves his khaddar arms with fake smile

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS NIGHT’S SILENCE Unmoved in the wind the rose still stands erect in the night’s silence i imagine my teens the street is lonely & love-ache ever fresh with stolen fragrance

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MEDITATION Unable to see beyond the nose he says he meditates and sees visions of Buddha weeping for us

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PRAYER On the prayer mat the hands raised in vajrasan couldn’t contact God— the prayer was too long and the winter night still longer

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RIVER Ripples of darkness tear the river flowing within I hear shrieks of shadow amid savage hails

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SEX IN PUBLIC sex in public background folk music in Weston Park love masquerades under a foreign tree I await driver to take me home

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WATERY WEATHER The watery weather continues to shatter the mortal shell one by one washes the paints that hide the face

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HIGHWAYMAN in the forest of her body & steeps of her breasts is the highwayman I saw escaping the moon over stream last night

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WATERY LIPSTICK a happier image with salubrious top turns rapturous as she tamps her love with watery lipstick

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WATCHING The painted paper-god & christ on the cross stand on the dawn-colored wall of my bedroom watching sex, prayer & restlessness

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MILITANT Caught between flattery of politics & democracy of opposition he turns a militant & kills both left & right

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HERE SHE GOES Here she goes in the long light and swiftly a shadow moves with her

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SMOKE Who sees the smoke of the thumb-sized flame the body burns the ashes of silence float on the holy breast tears pollute

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NEST Taken out of me the bone of my bones I grow into her and be each night discard the covers seeking each other return to the ancient nest

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS COLD TRUTH I can’t cement cracks nor save the frames from collapse: the wreck reveals the myth I need not knit new dreams if truth’s so cold and stingy

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TEMPLE Scratching his groin a worshipper offers food: the flattered deity in flowery garbage, holy water, incense and sweat

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DEAL weaving no web a dark fishing spider mates in the creek and curls up hanging from the twat in one-shot deal

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BEER In perfect accent they discuss finance and foam with colour at the dining table smell stale beer

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FLICK shaped like a bird a drop of water lands on her breast: my breath jumps to kiss it before her pelvic flick

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BALDNESS my thinning hairs wave in the bath tub clog the drain with soap bubbles deride my baldness

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GLEE after a tiff lying under the same blanket two of us stare the peeping moon and turn with glee to each other

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BROWSING HAIKU

browsing old haiku in the shade of a tree he munches the noon through a pouch of cashew beery songs, and half-clad girls

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PAIN coiled up inside she lies a rejected shroud and he mounts up with mind between the thighs multiplying pain at night

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PASSION I love her undress the light with eyes that spring passion with kisses she leaves her name again for my breath to pass through

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BODY: A TANKA SEQUENCE To avoid nagging he gulps down pegs and pretends every thing's normal: keeping the mouth shut, hiding whiskeyed breath and meditating Trying all sides and every position to sleep a few hours but pain in the neck conspires with long winter nights The lips in her eyes and long hours in the mouth no moist secret between us to reveal: now our backs to each other She says she is a pure vegetarian and hates to take even an egg 'coz it comes from the chicken's vagina Fondling her breasts I incite a poem on her body eraze my self stroking pubic darkness

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS and curses him for emitting lava from mouth: I regret stomach upset A tress of hair she drops over the mole on her forehead thinking it's ugly and hides her own gazelle eyes The beads of sweat on her breasts do not touch her years or face in candle light her shadow is more restrained than my thought Making love she tastes the salt on his shoulder in the afternoon he pounds like the surf into her flesh The power goes off suddenly summer heat chokes in bed sleepless she turns undoing a hook or two of her tight blouse

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awake alone on the house top a sparrow

a fish tail dried up in river mud: burning smell

sun rise without newspapers: post-chhat rest

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turn into river non-existing roads: hudhud waves

counting sand between the toes my daughter at sea

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empty coffee cups deride the syllables I spin to make haiku

my hairs in air reveal the baldness: wank without wad

hidden between the sheets my smothered senses— salted honey 100

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slowly rising from the clouds edges autumn sun

a sleeping snake curled between the eggs— layers of leaves

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a yellow snake sneaks through the blooming balsams bed a lone frog puffs up

a drop embedded in the half-opened bud— winter morning

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the sky without a shadow on the earth

wheezing his way to Shiva’s hilly abode a young miner

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dreaming her nude the serpent rises: first orgasm

cloning miracles with the night’s discharge in condoms

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fallen mangoes after the midnight storm— morning drizzles

stars twinkling the beetle’s path from manure

stench of burning leaves mounts with fog in the evening asthmatic breathing 105

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swollen fog ready to make way for the sun

wrapped in fog the flying plane seen by sound

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS standing behind the window bars observes shapes in fog

feels the shadow with wet fingers on the beach: sound through the fog

when sleepless poetry fails to negotiate night I wait for white dreams

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS among the white hairs a solitary black one keeps her hope alive

night washes the sky– the sun brings morning freshness to my window

foam-maned waves rise in the mind’s hush: sinking dome

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS the wax drips down the long hard candle– a soft hum

her face reflecting light a mirror

with failed words seek immortality write haiku

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a vague smile in moonless cave: tempting silence

a load of wood on her frail back– autumn evening

waiting for the train alone on the platform swatting mosquitoes

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS musky perfume open unsleeping eyes– drowsy sweetness

with changing weather they look for sun and shade both: chameleon tune

It’s utter helplessness true, but to survive one must be tamed

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS sparrows couple on a withered creeper– peep of day

etched on her skin a ghost rises from the flames: fighting one more day

taking a nap on oranges in his shop– a fruit vendor

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two women argue over price and weight of fish: the hapless huckster

dragons play whirlwind among the clouds meet & rain unite earth & sky

the red light is on: they all have secrets to hide no use peeping in

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a yellow spider crouching in a corner invisible webs

moving shadows on the door curtain: sinking sun

virtual flirting untamed straggly bushes– dystopia

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non-stop rain confining me to facebook– depression

virtual flirting untamed straggly bushes— dystopia

between the lantern and the smart phone a pizza-eating girl

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS etched on her skin a ghost rises from the flames: fighting one more day

from the ruins rises a mute flame: heaven’s song

her veil hides the face love too

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS in silence one with the divine will growing within

a quiet turning in to partake of her silence: roaring ocean

evening sky: a pale moon behind listless trees

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Copyright: Ram Krishna Singh, India

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HERE SHE GOES: A COLLECTION OF MICROPOEMS ABOUT THE POET Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Varanasi (Uttar Pradesh, India), has been writing poetry in English for about four decades. He has authored over 160 academic articles, 170 book reviews, and 44 books. His recent collections of poems include I Am No Jesus And Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku (English/Crimean Tatar, Romania, 2014), You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems(New Delhi, 2016), God Too Awaits Light(California, 2017) and Growing Within (English/Romanian, Romania, 2017).

Widely published and anthologized, and appreciated for his tanka and haiku, R.K. Singh’s poems have been translated into several languages, including Japanese, Greek, Italian, German, French, Spanish, Chinese, Portuguese, Romanian, Crimean Tatar, Bulgarian, Russian, Slovene, Croatian, Farsi, Arabic, Serbian, Esperanto, Hindi, Punjabi, Kannada, Tamil, and Bangla.

His awards and honors include Ritsumeikan University Peace Museum Award, Kyoto, 1999, Certificate of Honor and Nyuusen Prize, Kumamoto, 2000 and 2008, Life time Achievement Award of the International Poets Academy, Chennai, 2009, Prize of Corea Literature, South Korea, 2013, Naji Naaman’s Literary Prize, Lebanon, 2015, and nomination for Pushcart Prize, 2013, 2014.

Known as an Indian English poet, haikuist and ELT/EST practitioner, Dr Singh retired in 2016 as Professor at Indian Institute of Technology--Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad (India). More at: https://profrksingh.wordpress.com https://rksinghpoet.blogspot.in and https://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/R.K._Singh

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