Ellen Kombiyil

Ellen Kombiyil is a native of Syracuse, New York and a graduate of the University of Chicago. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Cider Press Review, Eclectica, Poemeleon and Spillway, among others. Awards include placing First, Second, Third and Honorable Mention in the monthly IBPC (Interboard Poetry Competition) and she is the winner of Poemeleon's Mystery Box Contest #4. She is currently working on the manuscript for her first book. She lives in India with her husband and two children.

A Burning Confession/Declaration/Exclamation

Angels can’t save me. I knifed Eulas it’s true. But before they string that noose Can’t I tell my side of the tale? Dogwood Avenue, four in the morning. Eulas said he won’t go. Fatboy Bobby said, No. Uh-uh. Git …

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The Pope’s Arms Are Dripping with Gold

after viewing the Barberini Tapestries   The pope’s arms are dripping with gold. Handed down palm to kindred palm, unseen behind a veneer (a garland of souls worn thin) of smoke-tinted color. I mean, what else could it obscure? Lovely …

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