Read More: A brief interview with Christa Pandey
A Dream
A row of rabbits
as in a picture book
were holding their
self image in their paws.
One held
a perfect likeness of himself
down to the eyes and whiskers.
Another held
one with a flopped down ear,
the next one had no feet.
The nearest one held
what seemed like a lump of clay,
almost an egg shape, though
with slight dales as if
paws might need a grip.
No head, no feet,
no ears or whiskers,
just the essence of his being,
a smoothed ovoid
of pliant clay.
Colorless Green
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously
Noam Chomsky
It seems like such a contradiction,
yet when my water-rooted
bamboo shoots new leaves,
they are more cream than green,
until a window light enlivens them.
A ghostly thing, the shape a blade, […]
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Loneliness
The water is a glaze like loneliness at ease with itself.
– Peter Sears, Night Fishing
Here is a moonlit lake,
an anchored boat,
the fisherman alone,
immersed in nighttime sounds,
no splash of casting rod,
heart stilled and mind. […]
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Christa Pandey is a widely published Austin poet. She came to poetry relatively late in life after migrating and moving around with her husband of now 49 years and trying her hand at academic degrees. Her poetry is flavored by the cultures that make up her life (German, Indian, American) and the social issues pertaining to her world. Her poems can be found in numerous anthologies and journals. She has collected three chapbooks: Southern Seasons, Maya, and Hummingbird Wings. In 2015 she was surprised by a Pushcart nomination.
Read More: A brief interview with Christa Pandey