By: James Aitchison Where do words gowhen you need them?Do they hide in someone else’scloud, do they escape to thefringes of the mind, do theytease and taunt from a distance?Are words self-powered,self-propelled, self-controlled?Can they masquerade as thewords you don’t want?Are…
By: Munavvar Tlewbaeva Night had fallen. Streetlights lit the road, but I didn’t want their artificial glow. I wanted real, shining stars. So I walked home through a darker street.Above me, stars twinkled silently, watching the hurried lives below. My…
By: Paul Tristram Obviating (Emotional) Surgery Weaving of ‘Egg-Calcium’ amongstverbal recollectionsof Yesterday… to strengthenmemory-bones,and help pillar the Totemof our acquaintanceship, sturdier.Hesitancy and Carefulnessare neck-and-neck…yet, it should really beExcitement and Enthusiasmcoursing the Hunt,when Passion is, in fact, the Hare.Leaner Times ledto…
By: James Aitchison (a pantoum) dada doubts everythingwe were all dada before dadarebel against bourgeois society they saidrebel against the human condition itself we were all dada before dadadada will amount to nothing nothing nothingrebel against the human condition itselfsweep…
By: Faisal Khan Trust the Rain In the heart of the desert,fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.The act is brief—mere days.The adults do not survive,but the eggs remain.Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.Sometimes for…
By: Suman Mondal There’s a quiet peace in melancholy,lying on a warm, water-soaked pillow,whooping silently, a fragile halo on face.The Moon is so dear today! Stay away! The night is ephemeral.Where is life? Weak bones coveredby the agonies of experience…
By Douglas J. Lanzo Painted Beauty Cruelly Ensnared In memory of the scores of endangered painted dogswho have succumbed to illegal poacher snaresin the African savannah She is free and lithe,and full of life,playing between forays;on savannah richwith wildlife,colored by…
By: Carl Papa Palmer she won’t read firstor lastor read after this poetor before that one informs our hostesswhere to list hermost often number four when called to readacts surprisedgathers her paperstakes her timeto the podium at the podiumsorts through…
By: Cynthia Pitman The Cloud and the North Wind Propelled by the north wind,a cloud rolls in,crowding the blue sky.She is arrayed in virginal white –glossy Chinese satin and silk,trailing a train of Spanish lace –,all white, but for an…
By: Andrea Myinga. WINGS OF THE SUN The wings of the sun, so cool,Stretching from its corner, dawning. Stepping one step at a time, majestic,Moving, reaching the centre, so hot. One time clouds cover, sky veiled,Deceiving none, they are there….