By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden I slide into silk Cut a model smile from perfection To paste over the hole on face Smiling like a grin-painted clown Chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags Smirking at moving pictures on a screen With…
By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Your lauded visage is to perfection Retinue to exalt Your lighthouse sight is the aroma of treacly solitude Saccharine scent to seep Hydrogen Sulfide Contaminating my senses Twined as a foetus To writhe under the microscope…
By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Lilac does but sing Yet daffodils clutch the hem And shriek Peering through shades of heaven With antagonistic eyes Filaments clutch and rip paste From made-up visage To reveal but mucid clinging to wall Time is shallow…
By: Kousik Adhikari Shall I weep? Today? When the boat is burnt And I have burnt the boat. The sky was still bloodless like any woman after the first birth, The crimson moon appears to ravage the sky with heavy…
By: Kousik Adhikari Twisting clouds Hung over balcony, mother rushes Fetching clothes, now the chubby queen Shall surely cry, looking abortive As she cries. On a roof near my fingers Three females leaping Over harassing raindrops, While drops listen female…
By: Debleena Majumdar Home is just a breath away. Across the drenched park bench, Square meters of measured warmth, Lie hidden behind curtained windows. Dinners on the table, phones in hand, Long conversations, Shared Secrets, Warm glow of happiness, No room…
By: Linda M Crate some die young, but something tells me you’ll be an old pompous man with grandchildren a lecherous old man who’s hated by his own children; i wouldn’t be surprised but i don’t have time to worry…
By: Linda M Crate the water is too cold remembers me the blue of your november eyes suspended in the white of snow, and so i use my summer’s heart to melt through that memory; if i want to swim…
By: Linda M Crate just want to close my eyes open them let the sun swallow me in the gold of kindness and love remember me all the compassion the world wants forgotten, and to embark on dreams i didn’t…
By: Reese Scott I got off the plane I looked out the window Then I saw them. They had signs. “Welcome home”. They had big smiles. They were happy. Expecting someone that is no longer here.