City Jam



A vein and an artery

of the AC machine

seats when flies the finch.


The hot wind your fortress

adds to the gully summer!

The dwarf houses! The secret


of owning the street tap

before others arrive!

The swings of the red pipe, blue pipe!


On the cornice gleam

the contraceptive pills

you threw away on the Mother’s Day night.


Far below, city grows

with tin shades, tanned boys

arrowing the venus of the dusk.


From the bay, a cyclone says,

” I’m inevitable.”

So are the finches. So are the finches





Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor


Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.


Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems”  (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India)


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2 Responses to City Jam

    1. Love the immediacy and truth of this … “and so are the finches.”

      Comment by june luvisi on 8 June, 2019 at 12:40 pm
    2. Your poem has a ring of decision to it but also a nod to fate, ” I’m inevitable.”

      Comment by Annie Brodrick on 8 June, 2019 at 5:44 pm

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