Holiday Cinderella Poems

Life matters!
There are so many strange salutations in Bangla, did you ever notice, there?
Thou, Thee and they, there! So many strangers are in affluence in...

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The sun is peeping out the sky to greet the rainclouds goodbye, the rainbows are sweating in the sweltering heat and the cargo ships are...

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It is one of those days when you wake up and your entire body feels mute; it feels shut off from the rest of the...

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Epiphany 

It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting 
back to normal, mother's new boyfriend who worked at a...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The Dolphin and I. 

I think it was in 1967 when the Junta of Greek coronels
took power, I was in Piraeus on holiday
the water on...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Stair to Heaven

A spiral stair comes in pieces. 
About one thousand to be sure. 
It is a very large box indeed, 
and weighs about 400...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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Explosions
in my mind…

I want to compress my head. 
It is getting larger. 
I am angry…
with, 

(a long sigh)
(the gurgle sound of water draining)
(a hushed unspoken...

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want...

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When I Grow Up

It will be okay. 
I will be six foot 
and five inches.
I will be bigger than him. 
I will be as big...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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