By: Vishakha Sen I am not in Love; Love is in me.I wish to turn into rust now, but it is my old ironsmith.My mother had instilled it in me.From womb to […]
On Love, my old Ironsmith
Analog Dance
By: Kyle Singh What stood beyond the negatives were the damped reflections of my astigmatism.They spread upon the kitchen table between my mouth and a lighted candle.I spoke my piece and described […]
‘Rama’s Exile’ and other poems by Ajay Kumar Nair
By: Ajay Kumar Nair Rama’s Exile maya stands by the banks of sarayu –the flesh on her feet only grains of sandthat waters of time lick & spit anewas she waits to […]
Tears of Patriots from my land
By: William Tubman On the outskirt of west africa;where flames of fire are more than hell,stood my land in the middle of nowhere. Citizens are caged with agony in their own land […]
And time and again
By: Paweł Markiewicz and over and over my most lovely dreameriesthe marvelous time will prophesize the philosophyalway the Erlking ensorcells my soulonce more the heart longs for gentle remoteness of poesyand time […]
‘Songs of Yesterday’ and other poems by Bruce Mundhenke
By: Bruce Mundhenke Songs of Yesterday In Nogales we drank tequila,Sang songs we were meant to forget,Wandered the streets all nightTill the roosters crowed,Then crossed the border and slept.In the daytime we […]
The night (Poem with archaic-poetical words)
by Markiewicz Paweł If it becomes darkly in methe meek dream comes into being almost neverthe mind sleeps in the Darkthe night unfolds its wingsthe dreameries are dyingthey are jonesing for the […]
Warm Hands, Cold Knuckles
By: T. R. Bates “My hands are warm,But my knuckles are cold,” Barbara announces.I tell her it’s because there’s no blood in your knuckles.This is an example of our conversation these days.Her […]
‘Scag Ballet’ and ‘Dirty Dishes’
By: Shelby Stephenson SCAG BALLET My son covers his face streaking with grunge.He edges the leaning pole with the Scag.The lime and vines fall good and hard with sludgewhen he hits the […]
Terror
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The day I was born terror had struck the city covered with charred smokefoul smell of roasted flesh and forms.Newly wedded couples shrunk in armsnot in ecstasy of […]
