By: Emily Jukich Memorize I want to run my fingers down your chest like a reader following the lines on a page Scanning over the braille of your skin I need to […]
‘Memorize’ and other poems by Emily Jukich
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Lady of the rain
By: Kat Devitt Rain fell in sheets as Patience watched and wanted the world. Droplets tapped against the window in taunt. Tap, tap, tap. Each droplet told of lands seen from their […]
‘Enter At Your Own Peril’ and other poems by David I Mayerhoff
By: David I Mayerhoff Enter At Your Own Peril Life’s warning signs Everywhere to be seen Except for those Who choose not to look Danger lurks all around In all forms Waiting […]
‘From the long room’ and other poems by Ted Mc Carthy
By: Ted Mc Carthy FROM THE LONG ROOM The First Fruit The first fruit is the fruit of dreaming. A layer of day peeled and held up to the light: three girls […]
Tughluq’s Sultanpur in Dandakaranya
By: Ram Govardhan A year before Emperor Ghiyasuddin of Sultanate of Delhi commanded his son and Chief General Muhammad bin Tughluq, then known as Ulugh Khan, to steer the imperial forces to […]
Poem: Nowhere, Man
By: Derek Harmening On the last day of my twenties A soft snow fell. Quietly, almost apologetically, As though embarrassed at having burdened us all With the memory Of winter. It hugged […]
Poem: Multi-faceted
By: Monika Reddy If she is beautiful, she got corrupted. If she is ugly, she is a bitch. If she is lean, not more than a broom stick. If she is stout, […]
Poem: We Better Start Now
By: Mark Kodama We may believe but do not know If God is Christian, Muslim or Jew, Or if He exists only in our minds. Given the paucity of our knowledge, Why […]
‘A dime’ and other poems by Milt Montague
By: Milt Montague A Dime When I was a young lad Ten cents had some valueA dime could buy a cup of joe And a doughnut or two […]
Skin not sweater, ontology or epistemology? [7+]
By: Gerard Sarnat Kafka Joylessly Metamorphed “Oy, you know the very best predictor of your future is the past,” pontificated the pachyderm matriarch gazing at her trunk in a pond. Hugely wrong, […]
