By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my…

By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem…

By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of Its shiny flesh, nor can we See its…

By: Badri Suwecele   I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in storms. Now I desire most to be where…

By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from cold Tibet. One hears amidst the heavy evening…

By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated in Its own cocoon of secrecy Like a…

By: John Wells  From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight…

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Effervescence of despair Too pretentious to camouflage its manifestations . Wrinkled face Like over marked page Reluctant smile Like that of a scared girl in a matrimonial picture Miscalculated sighs Like an amateur mathematician And sinking eye…

By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh foliage at a foggy waking dawn I remember…

By: Basit Olatunji   ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks to one like an overbearing bed bug one…