By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of […]
Poem: Time
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Poem: After Rabindranath Tagore
By: Badri Suwecele I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in […]
Poem: Above Mumbai
By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from […]
Poem: Gossip
By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated […]
Poem: Ahead
By: John Wells From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the […]
Story: Broken Sticks
By: Charles Rose I don’t want to be at this party. Let’s get that clear from the start. Okay? Too many bad things can happen. And usually do. Laughter turns to blood […]
Poem: DESPAIR
By: Ranjeet Sarpal Effervescence of despair Too pretentious to camouflage its manifestations . Wrinkled face Like over marked page Reluctant smile Like that of a scared girl in a matrimonial picture Miscalculated […]
Poem: Reflections
By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh […]
Poem: Freedom
By: Basit Olatunji ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks […]
Poem: Anguish
By: Sam Rapth I gave you a secret message and little later you came to my car… We both settled in back seats… You hurried me up and I quickly opened your blouse […]
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