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SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017

Why No One Writes Anymore of the Moon

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta

is because modernist writers
used it to death
		now books smell
of whiskey, Paris
over a bald mountain
still the curious-eyed
moon remains within
		perimeters of reach
if you drive long enough
into dead-end oblivion
this spring it resembles
		a ball of crystallization
icier than Antarctica
where penguins gather
in intimate parades
		an eclipse has made
everything darker today.


SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017

Sneha Subramanian Kanta

has poetry published in the anthologies The Dance of the Peacock: An Anthology of English Poetry from India (Hidden Brook Press, 2013) and Suvarnarekha: An Anthology of Indian Women Poets Writing In English (The Poetry Society of India, 2014). Her work is forthcoming in Bindweed Magazine, Dying Dahlia Review, Poppy Road Review, Quiddity, Seven by Twenty, and Wild Women’s Medicine Circle. Her poem “At Dusk with the Gods” won the Alfaaz (Kalaage) prize. She is a recipient of the prestigious GREAT scholarship and is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in literature in the United Kingdom.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury