A beautiful fall evening and a gathering of poets. Anu Mahadev writes about the poetry salon by Connect+Create that TWI partnered with. Oct 13, 2019. A crisp autumn evening in the southern New Jersey suburb of West Windsor was the setting for a one-of-a-kind poetry salon organized by Connect+Create a creative workshop and networking venture…
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For Fall Poetry Event: I Don’t Live in This Language Anymore
Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Prajakta Paranjpe I don’t live in this language anymore that was the medium of my youthful rebellion when rising from the mediocre towards a better expression seemed a reality one could live within the context of a language- Foreign words, opening up worlds I could not have imagined…
For Fall Poetry Event: Snow Postcards
Four poems for the Poetry Salon by Pooja Garg Snow postcards It is difficult to tell you of snow on the phone Where I sit in the window, it is hard – The fall, The falls – I think the moon perches on that twig for a reason comparing whiteness, comparing notes and that…
For Fall Poetry Event: Neem Leaves
Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Anu Mahadev. Neem Leaves I press them to my chest, like folded laundry, warm skeins of silk. Could it be only a week since you slipped into the folds of memory, the thin birds of your hands moving above the black stove or the last visit to the…
For Fall Poetry Event: But Radha Wants More
Three poems for the Poetry Salon by Ashini Desai But Radha Wants More He is the boy everyone wants. But SHE is the girl he dances with. The girls circling her tell her straight, they wish they had her fate. Of a thousand to be the one! Does she not know that she has won?…
For Fall Poetry Event: Boxes
Two poems for the Poetry Salon by Priya N Iyer Boxes Amazon box at the door A bright red box of Legos Orange white from donut shop To go coffee handle- top Gift boxes in bright paper Boxes ship your furniture Crayons, mittens, winter wear Boxes are just everywhere. But There is something, you cannot…
For Fall Poetry Event: An Ode to My Preening
Two poems for the Poetry Salon by Nidhi Thakur Multiple sets of semi-precious dangling earrings, Colorful and silver-lined, I hoist a pair of you to my ears For the purpose your color serves today, matching, coordinated to my clothes, service until death, the danglers say. The borders of your appearance will always be protected. Silver,…
For Fall Poetry Event: The Sweetest Jaggery
A poem for the Poetry Salon by Supreet Bains Sharma She didn’t know A mother and father could exist. Yet they did. In a village not too far. “My Aunt and Uncle took me in”, She said, “For I was born and didn’t die.” She doesn’t remember much of the early days – Scoldings, beatings,…
An evening to remember
Imagine this. A Sunday evening in fall. That slight nip in the air. Early sunset and the slightest hint of stars. Guests mingling over finger food and wine. And the piece-de-resistance : a bevy of poets all set to enthrall the audience with their enchanting verses depicting the Journey of Life. Who wouldn’t want to…
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