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Night breaks apart, like pomegranate seeds in my palm
Night breaks apart, like pomegranate seeds in my palm
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Product details
- ISBN 9781803095752
- Weight: 227g
- Dimensions: 159 x 235mm
- Publication Date: 22 Jan 2026
- Publisher: Seagull Books London Ltd
- Publication City/Country: GB
- Product Form: Paperback
Aakriti Kuntal wields language like a blade and a balm, carving out poetry that is urgent and unafraid to ask what it means to exist.
What does it mean to exist within language—to shape it, and in turn, to be shaped by it? In Night breaks apart, like pomegranate seeds in my palm, Aakriti Kuntal crafts poems that unravel at the edges of self and myth, where language is neither home nor escape, but a threshold to something more elemental. Her verses move like water rolling and sifting through sediment, shifting between dream and flesh. Through intimate confessions and stark observations, she confronts the absurdity of suffering, the weight of the body, and the vast, unknowable machinery of the universe. Each poem resists easy meaning, instead offering raw honesty: language as both wound and salve.
For readers drawn to the introspective and the experimental, Kuntal’s poetry echoes the emotional depth of Ocean Vuong and the intellectual play of Anne Carson. This collection is for those who seek poetry not as answers, but as an experience—visceral, and unafraid to press against the limits of being.
What does it mean to exist within language—to shape it, and in turn, to be shaped by it? In Night breaks apart, like pomegranate seeds in my palm, Aakriti Kuntal crafts poems that unravel at the edges of self and myth, where language is neither home nor escape, but a threshold to something more elemental. Her verses move like water rolling and sifting through sediment, shifting between dream and flesh. Through intimate confessions and stark observations, she confronts the absurdity of suffering, the weight of the body, and the vast, unknowable machinery of the universe. Each poem resists easy meaning, instead offering raw honesty: language as both wound and salve.
For readers drawn to the introspective and the experimental, Kuntal’s poetry echoes the emotional depth of Ocean Vuong and the intellectual play of Anne Carson. This collection is for those who seek poetry not as answers, but as an experience—visceral, and unafraid to press against the limits of being.
Aakriti Kuntal is a poet, writer, and multidisciplinary artist whose creative pursuits span literature, visual arts, and experimental film. In addition to poetry and prose, she explores photography, asemic writing, and short experimental films. Her work has appeared in The Night Heron Barks, Rasputin: A Poetry Thread, Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, and Poetry at Sangam, among others. She is also the author of the chapbook God, Am I Your Eyelid?
Night breaks apart, like pomegranate seeds in my palm
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