She Who Kneels before the House of Ashes

By Inggit Putria Marga open your gates, open your doors, open them for I wish to inhabit you not as ashes but as the urn I wish to reside in you to crack open to freeze to prevent the ashes escaping from you and from those who come as pilgrims to you, from those...

She Who Burns Incense in the Temple

By Inggit Putria Marga thank you for allowing my body to be embraced by yours the digits of these hands are cursed to have but one ability: to burn you or things of the same nature as you   praise be to you who faithfully soften and dissolve into ash which for...

After the Call of Evening Prayer

By Inggit Putria Marga give me your poem the sun that has never before set in another sky the chirp that has never before heard in another tree the body that has never before incubated in another soul the flame that has never before melted another candle the divine...

Echoes, 2

By Inggit Putria Marga from whence were you born? cluster of light of uncertain color and form; a school of water constantly moving its home address; a lot of earth knowing how to be resolute when spat upon. when were you born? time is no longer days, weeks, months,...