By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat lift from the pageand mingle with theshadows. 0ne…
By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes are an MDFTaj Mahal in the kitchen and the ceilingof the Sistine Chapel lovingly reproducedin…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my…
By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides…
By: Alan Berger Beyond the front doorOut the windowBetween our bloodAnd our poresAs we try to explore this and that and suchFor people like and un-like usLove is just another excuse to go nuts With at least one blind eyeAnd…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin He confesses at the midnightWhen the earth sleeps to reduce burden of pains,But satan walks door to door to hinder. Satanic verses engulf himDue to emotion in pain with short temper.Hells laugh at as rage is…
By: Andrea Myinga One day, we shall all die but thatWill be the end for some and forOthers the beginning of restful rets This world is too big to be understoodWithin short length of lifetime, withChains of surprises around our…
By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo….
By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI I still remember, O my sweet companion,Of that chaste kiss on your innocent breast,Nourished by the emotion that love accompaniesIn the field of the passions of a budding feeling. You lent yourself to the game,…
By: Shilpa Girish That! Your sight of lust,Caused me twirl my head awaySwaying my reticenceAnd, when you clasped my face,Caressed my forehead,Then my eyes and cheeks,I wanted to stay in your embrace forever!But it’s then! I was cajoled,With warmth of…