By: CLS Sandoval Christmas Lucky Ducks I hadn’t heard much from my dad in yearsJust a text here and thereMostly my choice He always sent strange giftsMaybe they were only strange because he didn’t really know meI never really let…
By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI A haunting litanyOf love that can’t be deniedPainful absenceLoss of fragranceOf a fallen liveHere and there, livedSo much bitterness swallowed! And the end of the road a blatant truth,An imminent separationWill love triumph over so…
By: Bakhtiar Ahmed Ocean of Pain I am floating in the vast oceanof pain, the ocean so beautifulso placid, so dark, so infiniteevery cell in my bodygetting personal attentiontortured individually, torture, somethodological so thorough, not evenone cell, not even one…
By: Patrick Tong after K-Ming Chang & Topaz Winters Let us, my father reminds me in our bedroom / kitchen /lobby. Let us forcep the facts, a forensic of friends,first-timers, and foes. Let us brief over the bygone. Once,for some…
By: Alex Andy Phuong A personal caseThat includes aBrief momentIn enigmatic time.Dealing effectivelyWith the sublime.Time does pass byBy and by,Yet the ones whoActually do tryTake the initiative,And move through actionThat could causeReactionsRather thanNegative repercussions,And choose to helpWhile refusingIdleness
By: Dr. Gulshan Ara (Unarmed George was killed by a white police officer in Minnasota, USA, on May 25, 2020;This poem is dedicated to “George Floyd”) O, George, you are the voice of eternityThe voice of imprisoned soulsWhispering incessantly, longing…
By: George Freek THE IMPONDERABLES (After Mei Yao Chen) In this mountain hideaway,the sun shines invitingly.A calm breeze hardlystirs the river’s water.Drunk, I stand in my doorway.I hear the cry of an unknown bird,and watch young squirrels runin their mindless…
By: DS Maolalai Black pool something sickly stumblesand shambles from the sea,splasheslike black pools,rippledthrough black water. somethingwhich grows wartsand lank grey feathers,clucks and callsitself Dublin (dubh linn)and spreads itself outsouthward to Brayand brays up Louthand soundly,spins out houseslike fish on…
By: Amrita Valan The Day (The Music Died?) An adult year crampsEasily intoOne childish day. Between each sunriseAnd sunsetA lifetime garners,entropy from ennui. BoredomCreative idleness,Childhood’s idyllicParadiseEnters the mazeThe buzzkillThe monotonous daily grindPeels the tender rindsOf sanity.Orange is the new blackTo…
By: Strider Marcus Jones I KNOW YOUR NOTES sat with you,reflections bondover the pondof summer solstice, and Mr Blueskywith eggy eyesubliminally sends Otis into ribbons and ripplesof hair and faces,through sensual tricklesin hidden places that glances bringon summer wind.i know…