We’re pleased as Punch to feature poems by Adam Day, TTR Contributing Editor and author of MODEL OF A CITY IN CIVIL WAR. Day’s “Juhan Ahfel” appears in the 2018 issue of TTR. Feast your eyes on other works of his here.
Sakya Refuge for slum folk whose grandparents still believe in magic prepare to become atomic scientists on the streets. A man ducks in and out of traffic shouts and throws imaginary grenades that actually exploded in War or boy gangsters wield homemade pistols. He saw a face in the fog but it was only
Viridian Akasa Day is late and has no horse. Icicles on concertina wire. Strange being people. I cannot see my object self. Miss grandmother and her son. She says, Get the hell over it. Easy to find not me. It’s okay. It was never my life. Wipe and re-wipe aged shrunken grandmother. Tangle of
Inki Fen Thieves interrupt Neighbor meditating like a shadow pacing a warehouse floor, minutes short of enlightenment. Refuse to spare her a bit longer, decapitate her and a bull they’ve stolen – her blood-jets foundry fires ghosting the river’s mudflats. In fury she becomes Yama—indigo-skinned, scarlet-soled—takes the bull’s pronged head for her own, impaling
Bosatsu Basswood Leader put himself in space; wants to start a country up there, on an island or archipelago, a peninsula, or isthmus, fjord or inlet. A negotiation of desire touched more by imbalance than grace, like the birdhouse shitting sparrow. go to: Adam Day “Yuugen Gulf” “Padmasambhava” “Inki Fen” “Sambhava” “Viridian Akasa”
Padmasambhava Worn out eyes. Bog-lights wisp. Sitting, something comes. Putting my foot down, ground rises up to meet it. No idea about this last breath. Light strikes the face. Not the moon, but awake. go to: Adam Day “Yuugen Gulf” “Bosatsu Basswood” “Inki Fen” “Sambhava” “Viridian Akasa” “Sakya”
Yuugen Gulf Adultish, balconied home white walls, white people, white wine. Leader is essentially stupid, and she’s basically intelligent, unless it’s the other way around. In the country, cities. And in cities, houses. Workers who work, bourgeois who bourgeois. No time for details in class struggle. Cats haunt a home, shifting photos; all’s quiet.