Publications
The Table — Plume Poetry | Finalist for the Julia Darling Memorial Prize
Ghazal for Dida — Rattle | Highly Commended by Anthony Anaxagorou for the Ledbury Poetry Competition
Euphemisms — Red Wheelbarrow Prize Winner
What it is is what it is not and what it is not is what it is — Rattle Editor’s Choice for the Ekphrastic Challenge
There is no time here — Bellevue Literary Review | Editor’s Choice Honorable Mention, John & Eileen Allman Prize for Poetry
A braid of unknowing I tie before you — North American Review | Honorable Mention for the James Hearst Poetry Prize
My childhood and its scent of a bird caressed — Literary Taxidermy Award Finalist
a condensed history of my father’s addiction — AGNI
Water under the bed — The Margins
Dida — Colorado Review
Snot everywhere — Shenandoah
Things with which we foul the Ganges — Cincinnati Review
Portrait of a Father as an Alcoholic — Rattle
What my father sees when he looks into the mirror — Crannóg
God is a serial killer | Notes on Withering — Prairie Fire
Denial Dances on a Moonless Street in the Arms of Blame — Midway Journal 1000 Below Prize Finalist
राम नाम सत्य है — Nifty Lit
Circles — Rattle Poets Respond
There are 51 descriptions of you on the wall so far — The Ex-Puritan
What it is is what it is not and what it is not is what it is — Rattle Editor’s Choice for the Ekphrastic Challenge
How to Quit — HOAX
Time is a Motherfucker — Strange Horizons
I am is a sentence, you are is not — Poetry Online
Tug of war between whisper and rumor — Frontier Poetry
Lizard | Right behind you | Remains of the house — The Offing Mag
Ganga | Back Home — Prism Review
Nameless | the way waiting becomes an injury — Arts & Letters
Holding the fingers of water — adda, Commonwealth Foundation
Sore Throat — Nimrod
Aubade | Heritage | sleep fragments — The Ocotillo Review
a broken melody — Sundog Lit
nonalcoholic nights — Journal of Compressed Creative Arts
Metamorphosis — Southword 44
Endlessness — Atticus Review
Rings of Saturn — Banshee Lit Review
This plague of ritual | unscrewing the bolts of hope | Kaali guides me to shavasana — Menagerie
Questionnaire with the heartbeat of a car crash | Questionnaire with a waterfall | Questionnaire as the lump in Ma and Kaali’s throat — Add to Cart Magazine
Saffron | My Helpless Ode | Nine Reasons to Write a Ghazal in a Time of Fascism — The Bombay Literary Magazine
Blindfold — The Indian Quarterly
We didn’t bury him / there’s nothing left of him / he is the earth and the rivers — Little Engines
Salman, Bombay — Rattle Poets Respond
When I ask my sister to explain his bad breath — New Welsh Review
Mosaic of my Father — Humber Literary Review
Grief does not wait for death — The Deadlands
Clotheslines | Tea — Abandon Journal
a whole lotta kindness
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“I like Karan's poems. They have a mix of imagination and substance that's very appealing to me...“the sky must hate us/ as it sees everything we do.” I'd like to have written that...I’m especially drawn to the combination of directness and privacy in his poems, and the creation of a world within a world."
— Bob Hicok
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“These poems are, no bullshit, the real deal. You are the real deal, Karan. You are a real poet.”
— Kaveh Akbar
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“This devastating poem explores gendered responses to grief, and vividly evokes the aftermath of a process of cremation in India, seen here from the inside, as it were, from a speaker both embedded in his culture and in some ways estranged from it.”
— Mark Doty