Rajiv Mohabir, poet/traveler/friendliest person alive, will read some of his work at this Saturday’s Oh, Bernice! reading. Trust me, you won’t want to miss him.
Rajiv Mohabir is the author of three chapbooks: anandamritakarshini, the raga that brings the rain, (EOAGH, 2012 forthcoming), na bad-eye me (Pudding House Press, 2010) and na mash me bone (Finishing Line Press, 2011). Published in literary journals such as Drunken Boat (forthcoming), Assaracus (forthcoming), Four Way Review, Chicago Poetry, Lantern Review, Generations, Kartika Review, Word Masala, Blood Lotus, EOAGH, Saw Palm, Soft Blow and Poets For Living Waters. Nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2010, Rajiv is Editor In Chief of the Ozone Park Journal, run by the MFA students at Queens College. Most recently Rajiv received an American Institute of Indian Studies fellowship and studied Hindi language and literature in Jaipur, India (2011-2012).
Here is a poem by Rajiv called “Surrender”:
Cut your lips against this song.
Bless one swallow to light, though its hollow bones
and claws slice your tongue.
With no stars between us,
nothing canters to tug your leaves.
You hide Polaris under flesh, tight against your deciduous ribs.
The asphalt river freezes root and wing in black ice—
Shadows ricochet, blind your fall eyes,
the sun behind a storm head of birds and a tree’s outline.
Keep singing until your esophagus is an opened nest of woven harp string,
until you drift into notes of the song in your throat;
until your pipes cannot abide silence nor stasis—
Open your chest. Let the fall swallows perch
a blazing October in your branches.