Biography of Rasma Haidri
American author. For more about Rasma visit www.rasma.org.
Rasma Haidri Poems
The Lessons Of Oz
Once a year, for seven years, I watched terrified by the tornado and snatching trees, baffled by Dorothy walking all that way without eating, and not once needing
Cabrini Green Housing Project, Chicago
Tonight in the high-rise windows Christmas lights flicker
Driving over a hill we saw a blackbird circling wildly panicking
- for Jason How does a mother get ready for bed the night her son hangs himself?
A Mother Reaches Satori On The 10th Anni...
Today the water is still. This is what they call mirror-water, glass-water, quiet-face-of-the-sky-water. If you could have waited ten years my son, my daring boy, the water off the break wall would have been this water: calm, cradle-safe for even a baby, my baby, you, my rumble tumble boy. But no, today you would have been twenty-eight, too old, too safe, too cautious to be my boy, my lost youth boy, my just man, just barely grown boy, my climbing see me jump Ma! see how high I am boy.
Bears Remember, we're all bears! my daughter says.
Returning Home Late
There is girl clutter on the floor: hairbrushes, ribbons, plastic glitter and socks.
Everything my mother needs can be found at Woodman's: cigarettes, milk, unsalted rice cakes, and six black bottles of diet cola. I want to buy a lottery ticket she adds, weaving stiff-kneed, half-blind, to the far corner,
- for Jason
How does a mother get ready for bed
the night her son hangs himself?
Does she, from habit, circle the downstairs,
check windows and lamps, turn down the thermostat?
Does she kick aside his large unlaced tennis shoes,
open the front door, then pull it shut like a gasp?