By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie…
By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have long seen and only begun To comprehend the…
By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in black chapels. Hear bells Chiming bells Chiming A…
By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth O’ care thou wilt dispatch…
By: M.F. Nagel Love or a trick of light. Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’; In sacrarium; in sacrarium (Has~d herself, himself given whole life all pleasures~ For sale…
By: Kousik Adhikari Generally the nocturnal birds begin their journey at this time When there is darkness at night, Nowadays I dedicate Some of my hours to watch them Sitting peacefully on my open rooftop, In the ancient easy chair of…
By: JD DeHart We should develop a matrix The business suit declares It is pristine white and unmarked Swiveling a chair half-circle Trying on the word matrix Like a new misunderstood hat.
By: JD DeHart We talked hours about Native American life Because I wanted to be one I had a whole book She even unearthed obsidian Arrowheads and gave it to me It rests in a plastic box upstairs Small memorial…
By: JD DeHart The first time I met Nabokov I only wanted to read him because I knew Lolita was tawdry, a reason Steeped in juvenile thought Quickly, I saw the poetic movement Finding his voice through transparent Embers of…
By: Aditi Angiras It arrived in its rented bodies unannounced as usual. I was on the flip-side, hanging out memories like white linen, drying out in the sun. Summers almost gone lips parched with desire. Now it’s all moonlights and rainy…