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Month: January 2014

Poem: Lesser Children of God

By:  Chandra Shekhar Dubey We stalk around red lights, pavements Metro stops in rough and fine weather Carrying our bulging bags like boiling Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals. Pitiless gazes, venomous spits greet us…

Oh, Hell

By: JD DeHart One can learn some interesting truths about hell. Dante, of course, led readers through the various circles and populated hell with real-life personalities – a brilliant move, of course. Chuck Palahniuk recently updated this approach in a…

Poem: i chose happiness

By: Linda M. Crate dew drops hung their hymns in the grass of my hair shining me silver as the moon i avoid the sun lest he burn me with lust the color of your hair i couldn’t take another…

Poem: i’ll find my heart’s duet

By: Linda M. Crate you caught me in the ice of your smile made me your winter’s queen and i swallowed all my summer’s flowers and sunshine to allow you to take complete control over me, and consented to things…

Poem: the girl with the magic smile

By: Linda M. Crate cutting myself up in oceans of emotion too long i‘ve mourned your passing in my life no longer will i remain at this funeral; too long i‘ve dwelled in dark emotions tomes time to life my head…

Poem: remaining

By: Linda M. Crate  i sit on the edge of a lost horizon etched only in days of old wondering for the day i may be discovered or am i the bones dried and withered that no one will remember when…

Poem: the sun comes out again

By: Linda M. Crate this night was dark stretched on for many moons, and when the sunlight finally woke me to the knowledge i was still alive it seemed as if i had woken from some zombie dream; almost lost my…

Poem: freedom

By: Linda M. Crate “Only from the heart can you touch the sky.” ~Rumi So it could be said all i know of the love comes from heaven all the vibrant intricacies of gold, pink, crimson, blue, purple, and midnight…

Poem: After Twenty Five Years

By: Jibanananda DasTranslated by: Kousik Adhikari  When I last met her in the field- I said, ‘One day in this time Come again, if you desire After twenty five years!’ Saying this I returned to my home, After then, how many times…

Poem: Girls Know Bicycles

By: Kousik Adhikari Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop And the water feels devilish before turn cold, On my way home, I see several of them Riding with their finished smiles Still painting blushing designs On…