Happening upon Patañjali, author of the ancient Yoga Sutras, in the JFK Transit Lounge – a poem by Vikram Masson

Happening upon Patañjali, author of the ancient Yoga Sutras, in the JFK Transit Lounge Sir, you would be surprised at what we’ve built. In New York, we’ve hoisted Himalayan structures, heated and cooled by underground steam networks; made innovations in structure and design— tubular systems, the framing of steel— so they withstand torrents of every […]

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Trinity – a poem by Cynthia Pitman

Trinity i. Immersion Water breaks, pulls me down to a cold, murky world hidden beneath the sunlit foam. I open my eyes. Yellow, green, black: sinuous forms undulating, ominous forms dancing their slow-motion death-dance. They reach for me. (I reach for them?) Someone from above pulls me up. (No! Wait! Not yet!) I cough, suck […]

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