a short poem inspired by the video game Transistor
the snow queen’s jewelled sledge /sparkles/ in the faraway dark snow.
The sun hangs low /Like a ripe pomegranate/ We play in the dust/Among the maple/ Till the moon swallows us up
season of rain a world of stuttering streetlamps, sinking paper- boats & swirling water, you were born into. shadows possessed … More
birds and hearts have fallen silent;
i. and spring came tumbling from a hope-shaped crack in the sky, a naked falling icarus melting, the ancient snow … More
Paresh Tiwari’s latest collection of haibun and hybrid poems is evocative, exquisite and melancholic.
1. beginnings are quiet things, hastily wrapped & orphaned at your doorstep in the dreamy light of midnight. they come … More
i think i know you as someone else, as dust motes glittering goldenly or as leaves of russet, whispering through the heart of a broken town
sometimes the wolf strips her naked/ burns her red dress/ and eats her/ even as the moon watches without heartbreak