by Kushal Poddar
We changed my mother’s medicine
She showed real ailing, true health,
the day she died, still recovering.
“I believe in silver linings.” she said
while we dined in our dim room, almost dark,
and because I had to say something I moved
my lips, “Revolution means circling back to
the origin, not changing the origin.”
Freud sat on the third chair. A sparrow brought
a grain of grin on my mother’s lips. She ate it.
Kushal Poddar is an author and a father. He edited a magazine, Words Surfacing. He has authored seven volumes including The Circus Came To My Island, A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Eternity Restoration Project: Selected and New Poems, and Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse, A Prequel. Sally Lelong is a visual storyteller working in a variety of media that lend themselves to use in a conceptual framework. She lives and works in New York, and routinely exhibits her work in a variety of settings from print to thematic installations to street art.