Poetry

"...Well, so we are!..."

"...Timbuktu’s treasure trove of early scrolls..."

"...I stall to scan those sweetmeat plates..."

Glenn Armstrong draws inspiration from the flotsam and jetsam of the American experience. He was equally at home at both CBGBs and a Buddhist monastery. He lives in San Diego.

"...magnificent and gorgeous like some ghosts..."

"...Trees on the far shore were invisible..."

"...those who long to be free and ferocious..."

"...somehow down the line I got lost..."

"...If you should ever come back..."

"...Will this begrudging journey ever end?..

"...walls where a rhythm beats nostalgia..."

"...We have been working through ages…"

"...birds witness desolate leaves at the onset of fall season..."

"...presented his license and wished himself good luck..."

"We’ve all cut our way through paths...

"... after 50 years in this country I might have to leave..."

"...Your soul is my spinning wheel..."

Uday Shankar Ojha is a professor of English at Jai Prakash University, Chapra, Bihar, India.

"...So many shades..."

"...what’s left is the present..."

"...I see a hand swipe the plate from the table..."

"...having a community of dead people ..."

Rest in peace, David.

"...Frost clings to the air..."

"...after a life on the road a little less..."

"...the subtle but resolute miracle..."

"...I held fast to my walking stick..."

"...We remember certain lessons, proverbs heard from our mothers..."

"...Are you sipping from its pages?.."

"...I enjoy the interrogation..."