Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

ancestral home
the foundations reinforced
by fresh sinew

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

town square fountain...

under the full moon

thick black tar

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

oak tree—
tension in the corpseless noose

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

all the town’s fog
pouring into open graves—
whistling wind

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

bedtime story...

the creature under the bed

already heard it

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

blood moon lurking in the stairwell shadows

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

breezy night—
a faint chanting
turns the corner

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta

moonlit picnic caskets open one by one

— Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta