Rifat Islam Esha

A night poem

my eyes can barely take the weight of sleep/ now/ now that you are wording sentences on wars

1y ago

from it, poetry arrives

bits and pieces of her day/ get stuck in her hair/ she carries grief quietly

1y ago

mouthful of moon

What moon might mean to you

1y ago

aqua green, your icy blue

now i see you in summer the kind  that came, before rain  could  settle us April, the beginning of it -

2y ago

On tears and taxidermy

tears tasted salty when i was little sometimes i would inspect a drop against the light-

3y ago

On tears and taxidermy

the first time i saw a tiger was in someone’s house all tall and lifeless; yet a tiger --

3y ago
March 25, 2023
March 25, 2023

A night poem

my eyes can barely take the weight of sleep/ now/ now that you are wording sentences on wars

December 10, 2022
December 10, 2022

from it, poetry arrives

bits and pieces of her day/ get stuck in her hair/ she carries grief quietly

November 21, 2022
November 21, 2022

mouthful of moon

What moon might mean to you

April 16, 2022
April 16, 2022

aqua green, your icy blue

now i see you in summer the kind  that came, before rain  could  settle us April, the beginning of it -

September 25, 2021
September 25, 2021

On tears and taxidermy

tears tasted salty when i was little sometimes i would inspect a drop against the light-

July 10, 2021
July 10, 2021

On tears and taxidermy

the first time i saw a tiger was in someone’s house all tall and lifeless; yet a tiger --