Yuyutsu Sharma: Christmas Poetry Party and Reading from "STRONGER THAN FEAR" Anthology

Saturday, December 10, 2022

Christmas Poetry Party and Reading from "STRONGER THAN FEAR" Anthology

Yuyutsu Sharma’s Christmas Poetry Party and Reading from "STRONGER THAN FEAR" Anthology

Sunday 11 December, 2022, 2 pm. Flatiron Restaurant Parkslope, 397 5th Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11215 Phone 718 965 4000
Readings by
Yuyutsu Sharma
David Austell
Jill Hoffman
Ruth Danon
Stephen Massimilla
Hilary Sideris
Fran Antmann
Mervyn Taylor
Paola Corso
Mike Graves
Su Polo
Steven Klett
Jack Tar
Didi Champagne
Maharzan Rajan
& Others

Also there will be a Special Celebration of "STRONGER THAN FEAR: Poems of Empowerment, Compassion, and Social Justice" Anthology(Edited by Carol Alexander & Stephen Massimilla)

Some of the contributors to the Anthology including Hilary Sideris, Mervyn Taylor, Paola Corso, Ruth Danon, Yuyutsu Sharma and Stephen Massimilla, shall read at the venue along with their fresh work.

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From Yuyutsu Sharma's "The Lake Fewa & A Horse : Poems New"

Glacier

A hope

that someday I shall sprout

like a tree

on the edge of a remote hillside.

A hope

someday a Queen-of-the-Night

shall bloom in my chest

and suck all the smoke

I have inhaled

in these malignant cities.

A hope that someday

a just born brook shall clean

and wash

bacteria of greed in me.

A hope that someday

a Buddha meditating in the niche of a cairn

by the heap of the city

garbage shall shake his limbs

and walk away towards a village of eternity

to take another birth

to save me

from the shame of becoming a glacier.

River: Morning

Cruel river

knows each time

I come to brood

over her roaring waters

each time I come

to her deafening banks

to gleam my dreams

over the plump flanks of her warm body

each time I come

to pour last of my life’s salt

in the ringing gorges

of her sonorous frame,

a bone breaks

in my smoldering chest

and a wrinkle appears

across the shriveled leaf of my life.

River at Night

Dark night

I cannot see the river.

I can only

hear it thundering rumble.

A water well explodes

enamored in the fleshy

clutch of fluffy

clouds, making a cave of this gorge.

Only fingers of the fireflies

illuminate its shape, the wild limbs,

as the river fumbles

curled around the hefty thighs of the night

to find a wink of sleep.