Sunday 5 May 2024

1 Poem by Kevin Browne


In the evenings when it’s not raining
the air is soft but still always humid
and the street quiet except for an occasional
motorcycle or food pushcart
selling ice cream or meatball soup
or an itinerant salesman of household goods.

There is a peacefulness that contrasts
with the noise and heat of the day, and
the chickens have gone in for the night
and I listen for the liquid sound of the
xylophones from the neighborhood gamelan
drifting unhurriedly on the night air.


Kevin Browne is an anthropologist and writer. He formerly lived in Indonesia and currently lives in Wisconsin, USA. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Book of Matches, Kelp Journal, and Otoliths, among other publications.

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