By: Claire Scott The past cancels the present Closing doors and windows With clicks and slams Circling and circling In a closed space The continuous curve Of a mobius strip The past sucking […]
Poem: Cancellation
Poem: PARENTHESES
By: Claire Scott I live inside parentheses My home since I was six At night I gently lift one Or the other and slip out Tentative, tactful Not upsetting syntax Not capsizing capital […]
Poem: GOD STOPPED BY
By: Claire Scott the other day wearinga heavy overcoattall rubber bootsa plaid scarf wrappinghis heavenly neckcoughing, his voice nasal fromscotch and cigaretteslooking slightly stoutlooking slightly bentstubble on his divine cheeksoccasional nose picking a […]
Poem: Forlorn Son
Did he mourn the demise of his old mother who‘d walked into the sunset forever? Did he confront the flashbacks of unforgettable moments which billowed from the smoky ashes? Was he dying […]
Poem: A Dullard down the Way
By: Sonali Raj He will go out on his bicycle when no one rides bicycles except dressed in fluorescent; He will go in everyday clothes, take the dullest road, by the ruins idle […]
Poem: barren
By: Sonali Raj don’t say i used your body …….say liquor women whisky …….husk women liquor city musk, your eyes …….lie about where you’ve been
Poem: The Pastor
By: Harrison Maxwell Peter Haines The Pastor’s hand slipped through the holy water nimbly, like the babbling tide of blood filled oceans. Baptised in autumn he stands in the rain, droplets sketch […]
Poem: A Song Of Love Beyond
By: Deeya Bhattacharya Far-flung bell-beat of wings Flapping against the orange sky In the sun-kissed beach of Any sea-side city- Reminds me of a firm and desolate Tie with myself My mind and […]
Poem: Opposite of Life
By: Amanda Trujillo I will listen to you grind your teeth; your impatience growing much like trees, slow, steady until their branches reach to the heaven above – cool breezes, on a particular […]
Poem: Untitled
By: Amanda Trujillo Exhaustion besieges my eyelids, first the drought officers settle into the wedges of my eye sockets. ….…The less-than ….…spaces, ….…that embrace my nasal bones. Close behind, is the cargo […]
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