Publications

The TablePlume Poetry | Finalist for the Julia Darling Memorial Prize

Ghazal for Dida Rattle | Highly Commended by Anthony Anaxagorou for the Ledbury Poetry Competition

EuphemismsRed 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 everywhereShenandoah

Things with which we foul the Ganges Cincinnati Review

Portrait of a Father as an AlcoholicRattle

What my father sees when he looks into the mirrorCrannóg

God is a serial killer | Notes on WitheringPrairie Fire

Denial Dances on a Moonless Street in the Arms of BlameMidway Journal 1000 Below Prize Finalist

राम नाम सत्य है — Nifty Lit

CirclesRattle 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 HomePrism Review

Nameless | the way waiting becomes an injuryArts & Letters

Holding the fingers of water adda, Commonwealth Foundation

Sore ThroatNimrod

Aubade | Heritage | sleep fragmentsThe Ocotillo Review

a broken melodySundog Lit

nonalcoholic nightsJournal of Compressed Creative Arts

Metamorphosis — Southword 44

EndlessnessAtticus Review

Rings of SaturnBanshee 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

BlindfoldThe 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 breathNew Welsh Review

Mosaic of my FatherHumber Literary Review

Grief does not wait for death The Deadlands

Clotheslines | TeaAbandon Journal

a whole lotta kindness

  • “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

  • “These poems are, no bullshit, the real deal. You are the real deal, Karan. You are a real poet.”

    — Kaveh Akbar

  • “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