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.
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…
The morning is today: a sestina The postman brought all messages these days with a clot. I waited long at my window thinking: really, but really? Wasn’t it always some sort…
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…
Bohag (Part 1) I should have put on the windcheater jacket before going out. A full-sleeve tee shirt wouldn’t have been bad either. The morning breeze in the…
Weeding Dandelions expire and their hoary seeds are gentle as they urge the Spirit into spheres of truisms and because they are so delicate and soft…
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