Tag: Rajiv Mohabir
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TWO POEMS by Rajiv Mohabir
In Sixteen Bridal Adornments You Come, opening to another. What cannot be carried from room to room? You line eyes in burned ghee cured under the full moon, …
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PREFACE by Rajiv Mohabir
Let’s pretend you are going hunting. You pack your gear: a buck knife, a bow and arrows cleft from the straight weeds, wild in my front yard. You perch in a red oak, yearning for those chilly mornings that signal harvest.