Siah Salma Bangai
Siah Salma Bangai
- Location
- Cambridge, Massachusetts,
- Birthday
- December 16
- Title
- Writer
- Bio
- I am earth: plant something in me
I am sky: stop dropping bombs from me
I am fire: next time, next time, NOW
I am water: now flow with me.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Verse Novel Reflections #1
April 26, 2013 11:36AM - Napowrimo, Days 1-3
April 05, 2013 09:46AM - Chapter II: Othello is Dead
March 30, 2013 02:14PM - Daughter (a continuation of
Chloe and Yvonne)
January 17, 2013 04:53PM - Chloe and Yvonne (The Start)
January 07, 2013 12:43PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Hi Helena,
It
is fascinating to me as well
and I'm a writer! lol I
figured
writin…”
April 26, 2013 01:11PM - “I heard about the Ben
Carson thing (as I am calling
it) in
passing and thought
to…”
April 05, 2013 10:22AM - “Hi Kim,
No this
is fiction. Thank you. This is
my first real attempt
at
"exte…”
March 30, 2013 06:23PM - “Thanks, Helena! I
started school (again!) in
January and it's
been hard
finding w…”
March 30, 2013 05:24PM - “Thx, Owl!”
January 17, 2013 06:29PM
Siah Salma Bangai's Links
Verse Novel Reflections #1
Napowrimo, Days 1-3
Abstract #1:
She cried me a river
which I populated
with salmon.
She then fished
up my nose
for coke fiend
dreams
to tell her
unstoried friends
but I was unpowdered
like puff the magic dragon.
Day 2:
Why
He is not… Read full post »
Chapter II: Othello is Dead
Dear Sewafe,
For the first time in a very long time, I am not coming to see you. I am taking Funmi to see a play called Desdemona in New York City. It is a reworking of Othello. Well, that’s not a totally accurate way of describing it. It is
… Read full post »Daughter (a continuation of Chloe and Yvonne)
Chloe and Yvonne (The Start)
things of water (rewrite)
the waterfront
with womb water
delivering twin coral children
whose ceilings
are fluid
and permutable.
he is one. i am the other.
brother and sister
who knew our selves
before brackishness
and the rift
caused by the damming
of the river.
she and i, twin occupiers
of our mother’s womb.
the hierar… Read full post »
Poetry: things of water 2
the waterfront
with womb water,
delivering coral children
whose ceilings
are fluid
and permutable. Read full post »
things of water
like choppy water,
frothy and forthright,
she spouts
destroying
the placidity of my man
made emotions
structurally unsound
deficient of reason
wet like woman
she is fit
only for swallowing
Thinking of Daddy
We’ve all heard the phrase “got it from my Mama”. Well, what I got from my mother belongs to the realm of the untouchable. What I got from my father, though, is front and center. It’s on my face, in the dark brownness of my skin and in my “you… Read full post »
Poetry: I Think I Shall Never See
untitled
Boston Latin School (edited)
speak not in your inherited gutter language.
Speak in the patrician language of classical ass-fuckers
or else your utterances will find no echo
in this epitome of excellence.
Ghosts cursed and slammed
hardwood doors on me
as I attempted to navigate my way
through coloni… Read full post »
Frank X. Walker (Poet)
The other day, roam reading my way through Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry, I found myself reading a delightfully powerfully poem by Frank X. Walker. I liked the poem, titled Homeopathic, so much that I googled him to see what I could find out.… Read full post »
One about Love
His wizened hand reaches out from
the hospital bed to touch
her too thin forearm.
I’m eating, she says. Read full post »
Referencing Rain
the referencing of rain
as the inbred cousin
of disaster
recklessly
breeding babies
given the names
of diseases
i can’t help.
here, no notions
of amber waves
no bombs that burst
like they do
over there
here, bombs
deconstruct dams
decimate pride
homogenize
neighborhoods
and otherwise act
as agents
of social c… Read full post »
still life
(this is a revision of a poem previously posted in may as "apple pie")
in the beginning
he was hale and hearty
with the look of someone
who fed regularly
on pork and corn.
he and the others
who looked just like him
rejoiced
at the chance to spread
such heartiness abroad
but then came bodies
harden… Read full post »
Believing in Iron by Yusef Komunyakaa
The hills my brothers & I created
Never balanced, & it took years
To discover how the world worked.
We could look at a tree of blackbirds
& tell you how many were there,
But with the scrap dealer
Our math was always off.
Weeks of lifting & grunting
Never added… Read full post »
Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a… Read full post »
The New Hieroglyphics by Les Murray
In the World language, sometimes called
Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola
under it is a symbol for speculation.
Thumbs down to ear and tongue:
World can be written and read, even painted
but not spoken. People use their own words.
Latin letters are in it for names, for… Read full post »
In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden
I
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the ev… Read full post »
House of Sand and Fog (Book Review)

The House of Sand and Fog engaged me from the opening lines when I encountered Massoud Amir Behrani, a colonel under the former Shah of Iran. Now an immigrant in the San Francisco Bay Area, he works back-breaking… Read full post »
Women by Nurit Peled-Elhanan (Repost)
Thank you for inviting me to this today. It is always an honour and a pleasure to be here, among you (at the European Parliament).
However, I must admit I believe you should have invited a Palestinian woman at my stead, because the women who suffer most… Read full post »
No Expiration Date (erotica)
Musical is the melody of my words
this freaky Friday when fellatio is the first
thing you utter but my tongue is already prepared
to undulate in tonal movements both dulcet and flat.
The warp to your woof, I arch myself over your earth.… Read full post »
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