Shloka Shankar

A Talent for Walking into Doors
I’m where I’m supposed to be
like a message full of bad news.
Is this really happening?
[the slippery feel
of a quarter of an opportunity
with all the dreamy dreams inside.]
What have I been running toward?
Colors jump out
like prose instead of poetry—
the memory of love
haunting the bones of hate
with brain-croggling regularity.
There are no breakdown lanes.
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Source: A remixed poem composed from select lines and phrases from chapters 1, 3, 7, 15, 20, 21, 22, and 23 from Bag of Bones by Stephen King.

Greek Chorus
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pushing
and then bouncing back up,
the weight in our minds
a Greek chorus
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Source: An erasure culled out from pg. 7 of Bag of Bones by Stephen King.

Rough Reality
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Words whine in my ear
and re-enter my dream
in black ink,
floating
against the backdrop
of rough reality.
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Source: An erasure culled out from pg. 99 of Bag of Bones by Stephen King.

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with Japanese short-forms of poetry, as well as found/remixed pieces alike. Her work has most recently appeared in The Bangalore Review, Poetry WTF?!, Right Hand Pointing, Otata, Bones, and so on. Shloka is the founding editor of the literary & arts journal, Sonic Boom.