If you wish to make the color blue take a piece of sky and put it in a pot large enough to place on the flame of the horizon …And I left the recipe for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky. — Nuno Júdice Translated from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith River kites, with sun-smeared wings climb towers of spiral stairs with currents paying out their cords from the choppy waves at the harbor. White wings dazzle, helicoid against a cerulean mystery — witnesses to a mythopoeic voyage unlocking the color schemes of nature. After the rain, the sun…
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By srinjay
Srinjay Chakravarti is a 34-year-old journalist, economist and poet based in Salt Lake City, Calcutta, India. He was educated at St. Xavier`s College, Calcutta and at universities based in Calcutta and New Delhi. University degrees: BSc (Economics honors), MA (English). In North America, his poetry has appeared in Euphony, The Melic Review, Eclectica Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine, Tiferet: A Journal of Spiritual Literature, The Bathyspheric Review, The Avatar Review, Ygdrasil and elsewhere. His journalistic columns include essays and articles on physics (including astrophysics) and literature (including literary criticism).