By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Heavenly Temples and Towers I rode a heavenly camel towards a desolate desert, .a jade bottle poured the sweet dew of the Kingdom of Heavenand converged a lake of springs that never…
By Amrita Valan In Conjunctio Oppositorum The promise, ofArdhnarishwaraPledge of Purush,Evolutionary elegancePerfect synchronicityYin-Yang, Dark-LightFire-Water, Hard-Soft,Eros and ThanatosDestruction and creationGerms of entropy,Seeded in nascence.Fusion of promiseIn true mystical union,Holistic leap of faithOver spiritual oceans.Ananthnaga devouringSheshnaga’s tail.Alpha to omegaWedded congruence.Parsing syncretismRichest essences.Wondrous…
By: Puneet Kumar Tonight Let Us Play Together Tonight let us play togetherA game that has no rulesJust two of us will playSee how long we can play We both have to be carefulKeep each other’s interest aliveNot let this…
By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a…
By: Tom Ball I, Clarissa, said to Stephen, “There’s no turning back now!” We had entered “Paradise,” and were about to meet God. This God was said to be angelic and inspirational. And we had both been hypnotized to…
By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain.
By Paweł Markiewicz In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered…
By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah After Building My House After building my housewith my intestines and bloodsplashed over the walls and roof,the villagers complainthat their gods dwelling in cavesare becoming intimidated. The sudden rise of my windbreaker,sweat-encrusted tower of refugein the…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito You Are the Sun there was the super flower blood moon and the nocturnal rains like bad dreams. but you are the sun. there was the world, oh my god and word, how miserable and low,…