Emily Vogel’s poetry, essays, reviews, and translations have been published in numerous journals and magazines, most recently in The North American Review. She is the author of five chapbooks, and four full-length collections. She is the author as well of a forthcoming collection, entitled ‘The House That Wailed, Prior to Priya’.
The sunset resists itself and in its premature glow while I un-clock myself supine in the bathtub I converse with the trees that I can see through the half-lowered blinds on the window. And sometimes the trees are as ancient as a whisper of lives which exhale into other lives upon lives, and then sudden as a shift of wind, they hold their council and remain in a brevity of stillness, as I witness their silence both in ear and eye, until the air giggles into them once again: the vibrant green touched with gold, God’s ephemeral intention which seems so much like an arbitrary gesture, but yet means so much as what it was meant to mean.
History Cannon-foddered Histories are fodders for cows, they give-in to lot of chewing. I had a thing for the spice-route and my wife said it’s pretty kinky,…
Boxes He has taken three weeks off to travel in Europe. She couldn’t afford the trip. He didn’t ask her to come, either. He sends her…
Dolphin We listen to the crow cawing. I and Jhunu. There are no other birds, only a crow on the branch of the berry tree. We…
Mythical Goddesses of Bengal Mythical goddesses of Bengal’s folklores, legends and the vernacular narratives, have always fascinated me. They are rooted to Bengal’s traditional rural moorings. Despite their ownnpersonal…
Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 5) As Rajesh Khanna started enjoying the superstardom, he discovered that lip-syncing songs on screen was one of his forte. In a way, he was repeating…
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