By: Pramod Rastogi A fiddle and a bow If I were a fiddle held with a buckleYou could hang me on your shoulderAnd bestride with pride your realmWhere none would dare contest […]
Poems: ‘A fiddle and a bow’ n ‘New beginnings’
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Labor To Be Beautiful: Work and Craft in Two Turn-of-the-Millennium Poetry Collections
By: Robert Levine In its Ideas section, the May 31, 2009 issue of the Boston Globe published an essay by novelist Alain de Botton entitled “Portrait of the Artist as a […]
Meenu
By: Priya Anand Meenu peers at the unmade bed and the clothes on the floor. The clothes lie in heaps on the bed and the floor. It had taken her over 45 […]
‘A Dearth of Compos Mentis’ and other poems
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Dearth of Compos Mentis Sanity’s too rare among apical players.Such persons prefer smoking lives toAiding their fellows through brambles. What’s more, too many ingles freezeWhen love’s parure […]
Elementary Abecedarian
By: Carl Papa Palmer Abee seedyif gee age eye jakehay elm minnow peacue arrest tea hue feedub all you hexwise sea
‘Unpurpling the sycamore’ and other poems
By: Emalisa Rose Unpurpling the sycamore There’s two on the higher branch.Perhaps they’re conversing, in waitof the blonde one, to toss out someseeds again. One tips his wing; ready to sail thrucumulus. […]
Trabor’s Transition
By: Duane L Herrmann Trabor slowly began to wake up. The throbbing in his head was noticed first, then the aches in the rest of his body. Everything hurt! Liquid trickled across […]
‘Deliverance’ and other poems
By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the […]
The Tears of Revolution
By: Akshita Chaudhuri Firdaus,tell maa her daughter ran awayfrom home in search of a home.tell my mother I am alright;tell her I have my meals on timeand my heart breaks into morepieces […]
‘Late Autumn Afternoon’ and other poems
By: George Freek LATE AUTUMN AFTERNOON (After Tu Fu) Those distant cloudswill soon be overhead,bringing rain or snow.The flowers will be dead.Squirrels play mindless games.It’s what suits their brains.Flowers and squirrelsare soon […]
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