The Tower Journal

B. A. Varghese


No one can find me here
behind an open door,
beneath a bed of webs,
within a cardboard box,
in front of open eyes,
on wild Socotran Isles,
in tales to save one’s face,
like masks behind a mask,
in anger bound to bruise,
as kindness with a slash,
like heads within a cloud,
on fingers quick to point,
in flasks of Irish Gin,
on smokes with Mary Jane,
enclosed by rock and mud,
as one among the crowd,
before when time will tell,
enslaved in earthly Hell,
no one will find me here.

Copyright © 2016 B. A. Varghese

B. A. Varghese graduated from Polytechnic University (New York) in 1993 and has been working in the Information Technology field ever since. Inspired to explore his artistic side, he has earned a B.A. in English from the University of South Florida and is currently in the process of working toward an M.F.A. in Creative Writing. His works have appeared in Cleaver Magazine, Apalachee Review, Prick of the Spindle, and other literary journals. (

The Tower Journal
Spring 2016