While playing with the form and dispensing his poetic wit, Kevin creates an ecosystem of thought and image, commentary and memory. Over seven pages the…
In Down Low and Lowdown the blues manifests in multiple ways: as lament, as prelude to creativity, taking stock of one’s surroundings, as mourning, as…
The birds are talking loudly about the need for reparations. / They say it’s a time whenever their feet touch the ground.
After finishing my debut collection, Dear Specimen, [Beacon Press, 2021,] I wasn’t looking for a radically different way to approach the page, though I was…
I first started writing this poem as an experiment to try to explore my relationship with religion. I come from a Hindu family, and I was…
I wrote the first two-thirds of this “sonnet of sonnets of another poet’s lines” in 2017—it was the beginning of a time in which my…
A quote from George Bernard Shaw’s Man and Superman hangs in my kitchen which reads “There is no love sincerer than the love of food”…
It’s very difficult for me to understand the people, events, circumstances, and cultural detritus of my life without giving them a shape through writing. And I don’t say…
I have slowly come to the realization that healing and closure are not possible for me, especially when such losses occurred early in my childhood. There…
The Pacific swallows up the two boys. The surreal wailing of the mothers and the imaginary journey of the boys deep into the water fills…