By: K Ahmed Alam Pain, Pang and Plight Persistent Chikungunya Head aches Chikungunya Body aches Chikungunya Each joint aches Each limb aches Chikungunya Heart numbs emotions Brain numbs thoughts Chikungunya Tongue betrays taste Legs betray the move Frailty eats up…
By: Balu George Somebody asked me, Why my poems have no deep meaning? And why they never last beyond ten lines? I answered “Life is not that deep, and My vocabulary is poor” Just kidding! Nobody asks me such questions….
By: Balu George When I was young, I took guitar classes, I joined the band, And tried my hand at Karate. The guitar was sold within a month, The band uniform was confined to the cupboard, Within a week, And the…
By: Shailendra Chauhan Gamzatov, Rasul Gamzatovich, was born on 8 September 1923 in the Avar village of Tsada, Daghestan in the north-east Caucasus. His father, the People’s Poet Gamzat Tsadas, was his first teacher and mentor in the study of…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Knock at my door, I heard Slowly it opened Mother was standing there Mixed with emotions Shock, joy, love Tears welled up inside, not a single one fell Our views quite different, as long as I…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Inside smothered Daggers hurled Unpredictable; hour, day, week Soaring into cosmos, fantasyland Illusion, delusion Curled fetal position, myriad of tears Raging aimed at no particular target Sleep, sleep, more sleep Drained from nonstop thoughts Awake with…
By: Milt Montague suddenly I’m flying over the mountains an unexpected blizzard trying to maintain control against the odds fighting a losing battle rapidly being forced down down down down nearing the ground too damn close for my sake I…
By: Milt Montague I stare at the blank page the blank page stares right back at me mocking my ineptitude once again i’m confronted with the writer’s nemesis blank-pqge-itis a disease common to all wordsmiths you stare at the blank…
The distinctive voice of Irish-born Denise Ryan is strikingly captured in the debut collection of selected poems ‘Of Silken Waters’ that offers an immediate entry into her world, but also expresses an implicit realism that consistently sustains their compelling thematic…
By: Julia Knowlton I. Your desire and failing light are the same. If I could I would make tea leaves out of you; to read. Their amber odor sweet. My private book. Your slightest look easily will unclose me, cummings mused,…