This is an ekphrastic poem by Lonely Christopher responding to the film “Lonesome Cowboys” by Andy Warhol. This film is considered by many to be Warhol’s last (the artist has a notoriously vast and enigmatic filmography). Notably, it is one of the few he shot outside of his factory, trading its aluminum-foil padded walls for […]
South Asian Forms of Public Poetry Performance and the Ghazal: From Romance to Revolution
I was in my mid-twenties when I immigrated from Pakistan to the US, landing in Manhattan. Fresh off the boat, as the saying goes, I never expected to be attending a mushaira in New York, yet there I was, in the packed, smoke-filled conference hall at the Roosevelt Hotel in midtown Manhattan, giddy with excitement […]
Poems from WHERE HERE WERE WE
The Family Teeth
After our mother died, The Father began to go through his reporting papers and the heaps and hills of family documents kept in a large wooden chest from Mexico, locked with a giant iron lock and key. The chest, part of the spoils from their years abroad, smelled of candle wax and toasted wood. He […]
The Searchers
Back when Suez was a hot topic, it was the Gladiator of Tennessee vs. the Alabama Murderer, and my fella took a few blows but knocked out the champ, defeated in Montgomery, in record time! The amateurs all came looking. If you want victory, I said, you must train like him, eat like him, and […]
A Natural History of Cruising
* * An attractive figure rounds the corner. Is he? Yes, very. Your gaze locks in his. The moment dilates. Take in the hooded eyes, the aquiline nose. Zero the body. You feel a flush of arousal, a stirring below. Your pulse grows palpable. The mouth wets but you can’t swallow. * * […]
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