o lepidopterist he has a hooked nose,
a tall forehead unusually round
at the top, ill-fitting hairline to the sides
The lepidopterist
Mother, Weep Not for Me
When you came to see me,
I couldn’t see your face
from the fibreglass window.
If you glanced at my crippled body,
you could truly believe that I was still alive.
Poems by Tatum Hamernik
I don’t know if you cared
Or you lied
About wanting to get to know
Who I am
But I can’t stop replaying that night
In my head
With the soundtrack of an 80’s song
Looping around
It’s not words that I remember,
It’s senses
Poems by Srinjay Chakravarti
Throughout the rest
Of our lives,
He meticulously records
All our daily transactions
In his ledger folios.
