By: April Mae M. Berza How does God end this year’s storyas He writes wars, disasters, faminein the youthful pages of our own history? Even religions kneel before the chapters of poverty,the soil tillers weed out the lands with sin;how…
By: Adi Halved Sonnet Forget for once the nights,I ask of you, my love:Row these boats with me,Light rivers to above.You try—the moon you peelFalls and a sun revealsAnew’d colours to us, to love. ### Rain Days That Never Were…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan 12 turns should do it, I decide,as I fiddle with the time-turner in my hand.I wonder if the speed might triple, were you in the same continent as me.Because, 365 days ago, before you chose to fly…
By: Leon Stevens Time of Day Sun on the horizon breaksThe birth of a dayAs the world awakesBirds stir Middle of the dayLifetime a world awayBrightness blindsUnless clouds hideBlue sky Life slowsDarkness growsA shroud of starsDrawn over the earthSleep until…
By: Nyaudo Amos THE MICKEY MOUSE HARVEST They go out! they go out!In the pattering chilly rains.The men fronting the marchWith whetted machetes in their hands.And hoes cleaving to their shouldersLike a swarm of ants tending food to their nests….
By Trinity Damasco Underneath the summer sun,We wilted, but our love bloomed.Dandelions danced, fireflies flew;Lovers laughed, grass grew;And then there was us doing all the above.My heart raced as we frolicked in the fields of our youth.It was the beginning…
By: Essence Gibbs People stay mesmerized by your beautyCurls, soft and bouncyLips, plump and fullYour skin, caressed by the light of the sunYou are the blueprintAttempted to be duplicated, but never quite the sameYour heart overflowing with love and compassionA…
By Edson Sambala It is the sense of conscientiousness,For rain season to come close to your gate,To bring elation and neighbourhood,But love is a priori to every action. Grasses enjoy fresh air to grow,Richly to sustain our endurance,Peace in mind,…
By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a…
By: Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act…