November 12, 2021

Kashiana Singh

MIRACLES

planting seeds—
a departing squirrel 
stiffens 
 
 
tombstones— 
a cardinal circles 
overhead 
 
 
catharsis—
every day I miss 
your scent 
 
 
new moon—
making a wish
on falling stars 
 
 
nearly spring— 
nature’s music  
on repeat 
 
 
crickets chatter … 
in typewriter sounds 
I show up
 
 
first light—
the reluctance 
to be born
 

from Rattle #73, Fall 2021
Tribute to Indian Poets

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Kashiana Singh: “I am a fusion of all my sensibilities and geographies. The language and words I bring into my poems come from all the places that I have directly and indirectly been influenced by and are inherent to my poetic refrain. I say that my poems help me continually focus and refocus towards a center of gravity. I cannot ignore my skin color, my accent, nor my Indian descent, and I think of all of these as enablers to my poetic output. I bring to my writing table a larger canvas and a broader range of perspectives and some days that is an advantage and other days a burden but never something I can ignore. I think Ada Limón said it best in one of her interviews that we are like a ‘collage.’ That is how I think of my poetry.” (web)

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November 1, 2020

Kashiana Singh

NORMAL HAIKU

 

rare blue moon—
another ambulance
and blue lights

 

obituaries—
age, color, caste
no bar

 

tourist season—
an empty colosseum
of silent coffins

 

war zones—
a world-wide bunker
of chaos

 

shallow breaths—
grandma whispers
a final blessing

 

cancelled flights—
the godwit migrates
again this year

 

ocean waves—
the dip and rise
of economics

from Poets Respond
November 1, 2020

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Kashiana Singh: “The haiku are in response to the heaviness of the pandemic, the tension of not being able to do anything. I have been writing these as my own imaginary epitaph submissions for those we have been losing, just my own selfish way to unburden. There are many many more of these I have written—I’m sharing seven that I selected which represent in my view our ability to be vulnerable in a normal way, not become used to the new normal. The trigger point to writing this was an article about an essential worker who went into refrigerators and vans to place yellow flowers she bought on unknown dead bodies just to be able to do something ‘normal’ for them. But she really did it for herself.” (web)

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