By: Victor Azubike Drag racing- rapid accelerationThe orbit spinsAnd spiralsOn the cartwheels. Effervescence:MassAnd moleculeProportionately in motion. Flashbacks – flashforwardsNimble fingeredEyes on the dashboardEars on the ground for sound- Hapless drunken staggerOn the interstateFated fate on Sunday eveningSurge back and swift…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth The Repair Shop Reframe the past to present view,redeem the thread, death-broken skein,returning swans, the flock in flight,generations through nation’s life;some stranger kindness, rescued hope,surprised by grace, not just deserts,an image, how it was with love –or…
By: Rohit Gupta It was his solitude, his ocean of tranquility;as if he wanted to get drowned in it everyday;fighting with the demons inside, and never letting go of them;became a constant companion like the eternal bond they shared;holding the…
By: Karoline Wimmer Night and Vice When night breaksto all Christian viceslet me dance under the moonlightand feel the shame wash into me.As I scatter myself through pocketsof grass, in slums of ice inthe belly of the beast. The joyful…
By: Abdullah Usama Matthew Arnold, famous English poet and critic, had a peculiar perception that only the art of poetry has the worthiness to sustain a culture or civilization through its beauty and truth as he asserts, ‘Poetry is the…
By: Shyama Laxman She She goes around the officeAsking if we have any foodA banana or even a can of tunaFor her ten-year oldWho is on the cusp of a tantrumFuelled by hunger She looks sleep deprivedThough her hair is…
By: RC deWinter to know the place i can be sittingstill as a stonesilentthinking nothing in particular suddenly your shadowslips inside my mindmy flesh moistens and meltsinto a landscape of desire you wandermy hills and valleysevery so oftenbending to drop…
By: Pawel Markiewicz You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.I based the dreamiest sempiternity on tenderness of my wings.Thus. I painted my wings…
By: Mamta Dorbi A Tenant in the City of Rainbows I came, a tenant,In this city of rainbows,The sun rises here,At a circadian rhythm,With sumptuous shades unknown,At times glossy or aureate,At others prismatic or lucent,The flowers fragrant,With tints abundant. Grown…
By: Bill Kamen It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise. Earlier before…