[Issue 10 / August 2014]

Jelly glass loosens so you never see the structure,
rugged-faced tremble-cut accidental
ruby stones shatter, sticky rubber
lips untouched by human hand:

I tear it open and gather seed,
littering web, visible membrane,
ripe pretty purple-pink flesh, torn apart,
and my hands run red with sweet sweet juice.


Daniel Ottaunick is an American recent college graduate who has spent time living in India –– he studied in Mussoorie while in college, and spent the past year teaching English at a government-aided school in Delhi while on a Fulbright-Nehru grant. The following poems were written during his time in India, and are part of a larger collection he is currently editing.