Ranbir Singh Sidhu is the author of Good Indian Girls and a winner of the Pushcart Prize in fiction. His stories and essays appear in Conjunctions, Salon, The Georgia Review, The Literary Review, and other journals. These are his first published photographs.
Recent History
—after John Ashbery The city dealt the peninsula a zoo, widening trails for joggers to get sidetracked. Clouds of arsenic stacked up at the hips of docks, sifted into furrows leaching into leeks and parsley. How is this double-talk, following your margin of error to hold on to a passing scent on congested walks where we shuffle to miss each other? You said lie low;…
Mabuse’s Afternoon
—after John Ashbery As long as the soft touch of the Pacific bellies up tufts on yonder cliffs and the Philippine plate rumbles skyward he says he’ll take the family out of familiar as boarding schools and long commutes left only tablet time aboard tour buses bounding inland— caves to native hunting grounds, ravines following erosion to the source: long forgotten dams for losing ourselves…
Untitled, Athens, 2012
Ranbir Singh Sidhu is the author of Good Indian Girls and a winner of the Pushcart Prize in fiction. His stories and essays appear in Conjunctions, Salon, The Georgia Review, The Literary Review, and other journals. These are his first published photographs.
Familiar Canids
In my dog brain I am easily loved or mauled. In my dog brain I sense I’m sealed inside something metal, air temperature rising. my I-ness keeps sloughing The subject’s position : kennel, wire door, bloodflecked. hyper vigilant I can feel (a whisper along my nerves) the apex predator circling.