By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Much have been said About farming, cards, history, And of the two swans Walking on the grassy field In neighbor’s house! Now, let’s talk about body. Let’s […]
Poem: The Body
Poem: When it Died
By: April Salzano it didn’t make any of the sounds I had expected. No wailing howl, no shrill scream, not even a broken sob that lasted into that first night alone. No angry […]
Poem: Windows Are Rolled Down
By: April Salzano I cannot remember the last time I drove like this, the air of autumn filling every space of my interior with warm rhythm, uneven presence. I am not sure how […]
Poem: From Age This Blindness
By: April Salzano Latent Farsightedness, a hidden prescription you have compensated for all of your life, the eye doctor said. My pupils swallowed his face and most of the light in the room, […]
Poem: If You Identify As
By: Christiane Demack “White, please tick this box, And welcome back – To the United States.” Identification encompassing All the glowing clouds The airplane coffee spills Encompassing the sand setting Desert silent, the […]
Poem: Into Your Freedom
By: Christiane Demack I want to make you feel good Feel safe; feel thrilled I am all you need I’ll stumble Stumble honestly So you can catch me And let go of the […]
Poem: Airplane Coffee
By: Christiane Demack Clean thrill, rising, again Spilled coffee, plastic cup White paper, ink – as The red roofs drop Into a warm picture Of Home. That comforting voice, Soothing, the voice of […]
Poem: A Path Extending
By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, […]
Poem: Passing Heritage
By: Neelam Dadhwal I looked out of the container a refreshing life, as if cells could soak oxygen. Tripled on its contents on way with friends and half down the valley we lay […]
Poem: faces
By: Shobhana Kumar suddenly, i remember faces only alive in fading photographs. today, it is the benevolent face of a grand uncle, whose freshly Cinthol-soaped face and silver white stubbles always held a […]
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