Thunder in the Courtyard: Kajari Poems by Rajiv Mohabir

“How refreshing to encounter a poet who is equally adept at investigating the sources and shapes of passion and desire as he is at architecting the formal enactments of such obsessions. “I am / a flute with no one // to press out / my song,” writes Mohabir, in Thunder in the Courtyard. In this poet’s hands (eyes?) the body possesses a fluid life of its own; a bounded chord strummed and unstrung all at once. These poems careen, collide, and collage without once forgetting their inherent music, the need to sing at the end of love, into love. This is a book I will read again and again.”

—Ocean Vuong, author of Night Sky with Exit