I have learned more words since you left […]. I have learnedthat an Indian man severely in love is called Devdas,named after a character in a novel. Reading the bookwith the free time I found in loneliness. — Brian Chander Wiora, from “Love Language,” The Boiler (Winter XXXV,
The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of which is perception. — Ashim Shanker, Migrations, Volume 2: Only the Deplorable (Lulu, 2013)
Don’t try to steer the river. ― Deepak Chopra
The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me. — Agha Shahid Ali, “Stationery,” The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems.(… Continue reading Agha Shahid Ali
I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you. — Reetika Vazirani, “Lullaby,” World Hotel (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
I want from love only the beginning. — Agha Shahid Ali, from “I want from love only the beginning,” Rooms Are Never Finished: Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2002)
Dusk again—sun and horizon yoked to one another. All day I have looked for you in the likeliest places: pages of photo albums frozen with disuse, mapped the porcelain curves of portraits — Tarfia Faizullah, from “Nocturne: Awards Ceremony,” The Southern Review, Volume 45, Issue 2
I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you. —Reetika Vazirani, from “Lullaby,” World Hotel (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
The Vale of Soul-Making 