By: Ananya S Guha The hill town is nowA ‘ city ‘, screeching, honkingCars, upgrade it to a cityBut the hills remain indifferentWinter or summer, they areWitnesses to primordial timesThey are witnesses to thunderousRain claps, they are witnesses toDeserted roads,…
By Thomas Sanfilip To draw inspiration from a poet like Guillame Apollinaire—one of the foremost French poets of the early 20th century and who died over a hundred years ago—and to translate his work for a modern audience today is…
By: Mary Bone Wild Sage While walking to schoolI saw wild sagein an open pasture.A sweet aroma was floating aboutSage has an earthy flavor in food.It’s aroma therapy at its best. Pirates Cove A winding creekin a bamboo forest.There was…
By: Goutam Roy Deep withina remote Cumbrian cave,where silence has enduredfor millennia,lay a child—not yet four—whom archaeologistshave named Ossick Lass.She was laid to restwith quiet intention,in the early ageof Mesolithic people—one of the first tracesof human remembrance.Time has not preserved…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Panoply Magnificent displays of objects, some of okenite, others obsidian, arrangedPer social media’s dictates and other niche authorities’ mores, glitter akin toFool’s gold. Sadly, “impressive” arrays of goods often lack the beauty of Australian MistCats else…
By: Rose Blake Darkness When darkness settles—what happens to the light, what happensto laughter, what happens to mymight when darkness drownsthe corners of my room. I curl within and hold on—like I’ve got a friend in my inner tombwhen the…
By: James Aitchison (Scottish Mcdada attributed to the Gude Wallace, circa 1527) And thus Lord Scroope the young the fairsaw ships cleave the brine to whereglows the larch’s vivid greenand Bogles when first seenthrough the cordage sangthe hoar frost round…
By: Daniel Cartwright-Chaouki Wingspan A flock of gulls mob a blackbirdbeyond the garden fence Two stories higha fat shirtless man washes dishes at the sink We take the babyto visit the old man in the nursing home At the petrol…
By: Claudia Lopez Where once embroiled in a cool embrace,You stand away, the picture of disgrace:Behind, a fallen fruit, a rotten pair,Where once was love, dark hatred fills the air.How could she leave you playing on your own?The monkey bars…
By: Cynthia Pitman The Art of Immortality La Roche-Cotard Cave in Franceand Ardales Cave in Spain,inhabited by Neanderthalsat least 60 millennia ago,have revealed on their wallsexpressions of art.Straight and curving flutingsmade by fingertips dragged through clayand crowds of handprints stenciledwith…