By: Linda M. Crate we once went through the dark ages must we repeat history? it was foolish enough to have gone there once let alone attempt to go there multiple times, and i can’t understand why people care about…
By: Natana Vasuki Often I embed as a pollen grain Inside a pretty fragrant blossom You come as a bee and pick me up to show the varieties of life…. Often I lay as a smooth pebble Inside a placid river…
By: Priya Anand Past neon lit stations and empty platforms A union of metal, concrete and gravel It slithers through hinterlands waste and fertile At first barren and desolate, tracks lined by thorny sentinels Then lush verdant fields in green…
John Donne who is considered to be one of the wittiest poets of the seventeenth century emerged to the scene with respect only after TS Eliot recognized his metaphysical imagination. One of the characteristics of Donne which wins Eliot is…
By: Linda M Crate i want to open the eyes of egypt to kiss a pyramid awake and dance upon her sands, want to know the loneliness of the nile and to sing with canoes of the sky; and i…
By: Linda M Crate you always try to silence me to cut off the fires of my stars until nothing remains but a broken shell of what i once was, but my will is stronger than you think i will…
By: Linda M Crate what i am is what i am so get over it i’ll give my words to the people that remember them, and to those who are a part of my life when things are good and…
By: Debleena Majumdar Drenched, soaking, I enter the café, My pocket empty of notes. “A grande latte, Make that a large” “Cash or card?” “A poem, actually.” “I’ll pay with a poem” She stares at me, I need that coffee. I…
By: Audrey El-Osta Mother and child on a foolish mission of cruel eviction, pulling furniture off walls, wearing Doc Martens so as not to feel the soft velvety fur of this rodent fiend or it’s bony claws and inbred teeth on…
By: Adreyo Sen Each child is a painting waiting to come into being. And so the painter must be patient with his colours, with his vivid shades of red, his more somber blue, his medley of pink and greens and with…