By Chandra Shekhar Dubey They came to uscharged us of felonyhounded and handed overto a mob with arms, sticks and spears.They kicked us beating with sticksBlood oozed from our bodymixing red with the saffronour cries got lost in their orgyof…
By: Alan Berger Here are some wordsThat I wrote one dayWhen it allWent the wrong wayAnd the world that I rent inLeft me speechlessNothing to say Make it all go awayOr have it swing with my sway Here is a…
By: David Francis Passing Headlights All I want to do is connect with youI’ve tried too hard, I’ve tried too softI’ve come in at anglesand I’ve been direct I’ve tried too hard I’ve frowned and I’ve smiledI’ve stayed awayand I’ve…
By: Alan Berger A lot can happen overnightContinue again and make it right I could come over thereYou could come over hereWill not be meeting in the middleThe middle disappeared You may go to bed a loserDreaming of gone loversThe…
By: Alan Ford A hotel lobbyinhabited by solitudeimpersonal arrivals, nameless departuresa clock stops as time passes no one communicatesjust unsigned promises,broken words no one speaksonly spirits listen woman in a windowroom unfurnished by loveunrequited and unrestoredas blinds of life unroll…
By Rehema Kasanga Today we celebrate woman and freedoms she currently has.As she’s free to be her true self in this day and age. the self we recognize.the self we have shaped and forced her to become over decades of…
By: Ali Grimshaw Course of Action In the next week of tomorrowsthree months planned processthird Wednesday penned. Your proposal for this daythe one you think is comingneatly folded, in its unopened box. Morning coffee in hand whenthe unimaginable drops. Limbs…
‘An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity’ and other poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan
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By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity Every day is an illusion in the bright mirror of eternity. You see yourself from teenager to white hair, as if you are a…
By: Abasiama Udom TO THEM Bring the gin and beer,let us call again to themwho even before us have gone.Let us bring our problems and a sacrifice,lifting the shouting hen.Let us again remember our lineage and fathers,in memory of them…
By: James Croal Jackson Aeromexico I sit alone in this two-seat rowand the cabin lights are off. I cannot locate the clouds beneaththe wing’s intermittent flashing– my only light its metronome.It’s my fault I don’t know Spanish and understood so…