TWI Poetry : Hospital of Living Things

Lauren Tivey Hospital of Living Things The August buds of my Chinese hibiscus open  into saucers; vivid scarlet, or marmalade bleeding to marigold, some parchment white, their throats kissed with cherry lipstick. I tend their fussy show, check for aphids, mildew, other blight. Engorged pistils spring for the sun, and I quiver stamens in their…

TWI Young: Life of an Adult

Rhea Roy Ganguly When I wake up, I’m tired after only six hours of sleep I think about how I must go to work today I sigh and decide to skip breakfast it’s not worth the time. When I arrive, I start working immediately I have no friends, and here, greetings are useless. My wife…

TWI Young: What makes a woman?

Janani Balaji what makes a woman? is it her pink dress or sparkly purse? her six-inch shoes, her glossy lipstick? her high-pitched voice and plump lips? is it her cooking skills or demure behavior? her petite voice, her perfect figure? her children who look ‘just like her’? but a woman can wear trousers carry a…

TWI Poetry: On Closure

Lullaby, a Haibun by Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla Some days are all about the womb and its emptiness which gnaws her entire being. Those days she sits crouched  in the corner of her bathroom, trying to pick up the broken pieces and pacify her wild mind from becoming a beast. White orchids are used to grace…

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,…