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Amit Majmudar is a diagnostic nuclear radiologist who lives in Westerville, Ohio, with his wife and children. His work has appeared in The New Yorker and The Best American Poetry 2017. His newest book is a verse translation of the Bhagavad-Gita entitled Godsong.

Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarFebruary 21, 2020
it has / become the norm / to claim your side / just scored.
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarOctober 25, 2019
metaphor is to logic what analogy is to twins
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarMay 18, 2018
Who coaxed him off my porch? The wind
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarMay 17, 2017
"Starknowing. He places his hand in hers,/ but she doesn’t recognize it. What was love once/ is beyond forgotten now, is never having known"
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarApril 15, 2015
Their shadows flickered and stretched to the west.The future fixed its lidless eyeOn concrete switchgrass, furrows of asphalt.Telescopes, searchlights aimed on highShot the flare of the mind at darkness.We stood on the moon but failed to scryThe star called wormwood. The signal changed, but the
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarMarch 04, 2015
“What men truly want is peace,”Says the last one true prophet.Peace feels so like submissionGood prophets can fool most men.For the rest, there’s the hammer,Followed by a gentle tongue To sweet-talk the wounds. A tongueWorks wonders keeping the peace,But wonder-workers keep ha
Arts & Culture Poetry
Amit MajmudarDecember 23, 2014
I never saw the root of the realIn arboreal flare,Nor witnessed this man walk on water,Nor that one float in air. I sat beneath the bodhi tree;I felt my body itch.Between the true cup and the falseI knew not which was which. My eyes have never blown like fusesSparked black upon a wall,No s
Poetry
Amit MajmudarNovember 12, 2014
There is no poem like a gravestone,that tersely worded, lapidary tercet,the name, the numbers, and the R.I.P.that are the skeleton key to all biography.Some lie embedded, trapdoors in the grass,while others rear their monumentalcornices and angels, like cathedralswhere worms receive the body’s
Poetry
Amit MajmudarMay 13, 2014
What milk      what honey you were promised gall       in ZionKiss the weeping wall’s cheek       love       sows salt in Zion It’s the recurring dream       of all      &nb