By: John Grey MAINE FISHING VILLAGE, END OF DAY This evening’s oceanis murky blue. Locals swab their boat decks,rid the planks of today’s fish smell,make way for tomorrow’s. It’s been a good day for their pots,their nets. Storms roll inbehind…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The rhythm woven in swift stepscascading light dispelling fear,evanescing darkness.The howl of storms spellingmystic hiatus between creationand destruction in feast of fury.Cosmic energy unleased in torrents,breaks the silence of thunderfilling the sky with strings of lightbeneath…
By: J.K. Durick Effects You just like the sound effectsof moving, of getting upthe sound your knee makesor is it your hip this time.It’s become a measure you usea counting up, or downtiming you from where you areto where you’re…
By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my…
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…