A surprise package came in the mail today.
When self opened it, there were two journals nested inside: Pear Noir! No. Eight and Room, Issue 36.1
They were sent by Nandini Dhar, who was in self’s on-line Essential Beginnings class, several years ago.
Self is so touched by Nandini’s thoughtfulness! She couldn’t wait to read the pieces.
She wasn’t wrong when she told Nandini, You are a very talented writer.
Here’s one of her poems. It’s from Pear Noir!
In My Mother’s Kitchen
In my mother’s kitchen, something was always bleeding —
soot-tainted walls, stains of mustard oil on the skillets,
beetroots, carrots, fish, chicken.
If nothing else, her own flesh.
My mother taught me to be afraid of everything in her kitchen —
the knives, the fire, the capacity
of metal pots to scald the skin.
Most of all, she taught me to mistrust
the fragrance of boiling rice.
Thank you, Nandini, for letting self know about your poetry (Self had no idea; on second thought, she should have known from the sound of Nandini’s prose : only a poet could write those images!)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.