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Poetry

Paradise no more

By Kashiana Singh


*2020 California wildfires are still raging


there is fire, everywhere

an inferno of shadows as

anaemic as the men who

bleached the ground of its

resilience, its benevolence

the ground that rises now

into a billowing cloud, of

lashing tongues that

hiss and piss

at everything

they see below— the ground

is a charred body, dead in

a concentration camp

left

to singe for water—

parched

tall forests are falling

to our fallen grounds

no more their spines

can hold our organs

destroying the path

to verdant morrow’s

no more these tunnels

can hide our shadows

cleansing of terrains

to garish

fire tongues

no more a kiss of love

will erase our own rot

an ash

spitting death

to frescoes on my sky

no more dripping blue

into our deranged souls

the walls are punctured

to gaping battle holes

no more a loving nest

of a futureless hope

the rivers are in wailing

to arson, ignorance

failing

no more erasing pestilence

bleeding into its crust

these patterns repeat

lyrical, a greek poem

unfolding

before and after us

flames into flames

we extinguish

our own

as water rises itself into a

high tide, feverishly some

of us wobble into the

stagnant water

bearing on our backs

fistfuls of these savanna’s

cawing

cooing

crying

into a smokeless horizon

where a weary

Noah

awaits at the edge

of his burning ark

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Kashiana Singh lives in Chicago and embodies her TEDx talk theme of Work as Worship into her everyday. Her poetry collection, Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words presents her voice as a participant and an observer. Her chapbook Crushed Anthills is a journey through 10 cities – a complex maze of remembrances to unravel. Her poems have been published on various platforms including Poets Reading the News, Visual Verse, Oddball Magazine, Café Dissensus, TurnPike Magazine, Inverse Journal. You can listen to her reading her work on Rattle, Songs of Selah and Poetry Super Highway episodes. She serves as an Assistant Poetry Editor for Poets Reading the News. Kashiana carries her various geographical homes within her poetry.

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Categories
Poetry

Three Dimensions

By Kashiana Singh

Three dimensions, home and more?

~1~
~2~
~3~
At Sea
Sailboats at sea
Neglected rains
Dehydrate my bones
Outlandish refrains
Inertia that hurts
Clouded windowpanes
In Air
Impatient hands drift
Whispering membranes
Incantation of spirits
Evil estranged
Feathers summit eagles
Wisdom ingrained
On Ground
Infusions of agony
Brisk champagne
Remembrance in gestures
Doctor proclaims
Healing the toxins
Demons remain
~4~
At Home
Bring me home
Bristling age
My dimming lights
Gaze reclaims
The kettle sings
Tea stains
~5~
In Between
Is it a curse?
To be trapped 
Weather vortex
Perennially curled up
In unconfirmed dimensions*


*Klein theory says that the fourth dimension likely exists, but unlike longitude, latitude and altitude which are extended dimensions, the fourth is a curled dimension – it stays retracted







We live in intermissions

Large pickles in Costco brine
Turning stale on refrigerator
Shelves, its aseptic corners

No one dead – just less alive
Conglomerating in obedience
Into astonished beginnings, like

Cul de sac’s that never end
Keep turning, porches that
Open into eager doorknobs

Being continuously wiped, of
Contagion memories
Every—
Body an altar prepared feverishly

Homeopathy

Consumed differently, in small doses
Retained into crucial pellets for predispositions 
Reacts tenderly over time, with logarithmic osmosis
Extracting with potentization, poisoning gently with hypnosis
Poetry works me similarly, crumbling into me drops of a slow kiss














Maps Circa 2020

City
Bare bones
A walking cemetery

River
Floating oars
Inflections stay afloat

Mountain
Suspended moon
Longing for festivals

Village
Haunted temples
Echo vanished voices

*Klein theory says that the fourth dimension likely exists, but unlike longitude, latitude and altitude which are extended dimensions, the fourth is a curled dimension – it stays retracted

Kashiana Singh is a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. Kashiana’s TEDx talk was dedicated to Work as Worship. Her poetry collection, Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words presents her voice as a participant and an observer. Her poems have been published on various platforms including Poets Reading the News, Visual Verse, Oddball Magazine, Café Dissensus, TurnPike Magazine, Dissident Voice, Feminine Collective, Spillwords, Poetry Super Highway. You can listen to her reciting her work on Rattle Open Mic sessions, Songs of Selah podcast and Poetry Super Highway episodes. Kashiana lives in Chicago and carries her various geographical homes within her poetry.