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Amit Majmudar

Amit Majmudar is a diagnostic nuclear radiologist in Westerville, Ohio, where he lives with his wife and three children. Recent and forthcoming books include Twin A: A Memoir (Slant Books, 2023), The Great Game: Essays on Poetics (Acre Books, 2024), the hybrid work Three Metamorphoses (Orison Books, 2025), and Things my Grandmother Said: Poems (Knopf, 2026). More information at www.amitmajmudar.com. 

Poetry  – 

Bleachflood

1. Every year the Year of the Weevil, / Dead bees sprinkling the gravel, / Honey and harvest laced with ricin, / Muir Woods blazing, kyrie eleison.

Poetry  – 

•Solitary Sonzal

Whose voice was that, here, where I lie alone? 
Look at you, said Eros. Scared, shy, alone.  
I dreamt my dreaming of you 
Brought us together. 
I love you as only dust can love you.
Poetry  – 

•Visionary Sonzal

Keen eyes read the top row, staring straight ahead until the words unfocus.
G, then something, then D . . . If only that middle letter were in focus!
On this eye chart, every focal point is a vanishing point.
Desire dilates pupils. We can’t keep the world in focus.
Poetry  – 

•To His Soul

Soul, / You too are just another locust, / Only lonely in the swarm / Soul, / You pagan clinging to this body, / Your rabbit’s foot, your charm. . . .

Poetry  – 

Elemental

The sky goes naked. Daylight cannot shame the air. / I try to write your body, but it feels like naming air.