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Poem: Bell Jars

By: Aditi Angiras Alone and lonely, simultaneously. It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top. Each year, depression kills more love than people. All I want to do is break empty glass bell jars…

Poem: Riverside Park

By: Milt Montague long skinny fingers grasping for something reaching up, up to the clouds while anchored firmly in the earth crowded together for mutual support limbs once covered by leaves, now bare alive with bird and other flitting creatures…

Poem: Rain drops

By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing them all over both above and below the…

Poem: happenstance

By: Millt Montague once their mothers hope and joy their fathers dream of the future now a grandchild’s faint memory soon a two line bio on a gravestone two old men cherish a memory of a short togetherness a moment…

Poem: Aam Adami

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey   I am aam adami I work in fields, factories I struggle to save my body and soul In resourceless villages and soulless cities Que up for ration, buses and labour joints To be hired and…

Poem: Love in spring

By: Akash Vikas Rumade As clock ticked spring, I proposed to be her king. But she wasn’t ready to be my queen, Since then grass hasn’t been green!

Poem: Hymn to Banaras

By: Kousik Adhikari   The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of…

Poem: Whistles In The Wind

By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife…

Poem: Frame Narrative

By: JD DeHard As we discuss what is for dinner I notice the thin rail above our heads Looking left and right, I see Almost invisible, the line enclosing us I turn to you, you turn to me We are…