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Cats by Joseph Hart
Do cats like wicked people? They sleep beside the old, And were once entombed with kings In pyramids of gold.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 28, 20251 min read
A Cat by Joseph Hart
A cat without fur, Crippled and old Still wants to be held When it’s cold.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 28, 20251 min read
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Dec 21, 20250 min read


Rupak Agarwal
Dec 21, 20250 min read
Bumble Hole by Neil Leadbeater
Hooked on concentration each knows his own stretch. In it for the long haul, their spools, slow-paced, reel in the afternoon. What they are looking for is river shimmer, a darting shadow to break the spell: something to unnerve them. This may take some time.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 21, 20251 min read
Dirigible by David Appelbaum
the Fuji blimp patrols a giddy frizz of skyline recognizable in order to be aerially comforting an infant swaddled in a stroller as if a flying object could be image of the mother— love settled fitfully on the ad line as a butterfly its nectar
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 21, 20251 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 19, 20250 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 19, 20250 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 19, 20250 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 19, 20250 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 17, 20250 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 17, 20250 min read
Pareidolia by Mick Jenkinson
You wouldn’t take it lightly, would you – those stories stencilled up there which you’re so eager to read? There’s more to be discovered than you’ve seen or imagined in the sparkling silver, the brooding black – binding up your dreams in their mercurial reality. You’d be a fool to bet against them, those shapes that make sense, shift, and then don’t.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 17, 20251 min read
FIRST FULL MOON by EDUARD SCHMIDT-ZORNER
a Lü Shi First full moon in the new year, a night so bright as day light, big like a lantern in a lane, jasmine rice steam rises from cook shops, Wolves howl into the void, nocturnal sounds, not disturbing the sleep of hibernating creatures, moon stands high now on the firmament, I continue my sleep, rest under blanket.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 15, 20251 min read
LOVE POEM by Jay Passer
there’s a race, a celebration every time we wake up still breathing the sun against the wall like a curse on anybody else but damn, you never looked hotter in those Ray Bans
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 13, 20251 min read
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 12, 20250 min read
How can this be me? by Christina Starobin
The past is perfect & We yearn for it, Unreachable in its Transparent bakery display cases Remote, untouchable, Until one day It vanishes Like a slow Moving cloud == 1/6/22
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 12, 20251 min read
Food by Sarah Mcnee
Food with roots and leaves Eating plants and trees I see this as life on a plate I see meat as death on a plate
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 12, 20251 min read
What You’ve Become by Hiram Larew
Pretty as a cup in shade Brave as frozen puddles Careless as frayed twine Important as long evenings (Think of those to come) Wise as hollow feathers Fast as bonfires Big as bowls of fruit Loved like lit candles Pure as a friendly stranger Young as someone from behind.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 12, 20251 min read
Somewhere a cat by Joseph Hart
Somewhere a cat Rubs its side against a fence. That's sleep. Cobwebs between doorless jambs Are doors. That's the moon. Dark purple wine Splashes down the sides Of a lead mug. That's the night.
Rupak Agarwal
Dec 12, 20251 min read
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