the blueshift journal
blueshift / ˈblo͞oˌSHift / noun
the displacement of the spectrum to shorter wavelengths in the light coming from distant celestial objects moving toward the observer.
Postcard Series
Momina Mela
Postcard from paranoia
I saw a man down on his knees grating smut off a calf’s
hooves to bathe the small thumps in turmeric water
his forehead waxed from harbouring reek his wife
bunched her skirt between her thighs set a coconut ablaze
the excited husk circled the sombre head of mother
cow how does one decide what to bless and what to set
fire to?
Postcard from anxiety
M pulled up her trousers to show me the fat segment of
snake bite across her leg; rock-salt warped in
membrane. I rub two twigs together over the wound and it
dries up I swear her eyes are spiked grey from
incantation.
Postcard from the body
I don’t know what to pour my breasts into anymore
the sky here is wet with reasons the river churns
with kids in the afternoon when their gaunt backs curve
into shimmer the hair on their forearms slackens to a
fleece wish u were here
Postcard from guilt
Every morning a bulb of dawn pushes through a
woodpecker’s torn wing one beam sliced for me
the other for a wasp fed moon waning into my
pungent mouth today somebody showed me a close-up
image of the moon I called it ugly and immediately
felt apologetic (close-up image of moon is attached)