Status Updates From Kohl and Chalk

My moon for the moment
is half-full,
waxing,
and I’m shadow.
Were I standing
or floating elsewhere
in this universe,
I might look better.

Somewhere in the dark,
a guy with his back to the sun
could face the moon full,
his shadow a speck,
his face catching
the bouncing light.

Metawriting about the turns made by two words: Honey tipped knife/Cancer cell pluralizing
Marketplace/massacre/mosque
Foliage/failure
The music of collisions.

Travels about but usually with travels within. “Hunting by the Ravi” is a homecoming.

This is an Asian book. Shadab claims it with care & words.

“We strain to write down each syllable our elders left us,” Shadab writes to us also on our (writers’) behaves; add all those halves together and we have the library of the world, a multitude of haves that never quite add up to the whole. There’s a hole in whole. Do we write to fill it?