By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated by: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ On the edge of time Withered is mind Lowered are Senses Cherished desire hangs Carefully like an arch Frigidity domineers Body and mind It’s hard To escape unarmed In this difficult time…
By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say something just now, It makes me conscious of…
By: Natana Vasuki Linda Goodman was an ace American astrologer, writer and poet. All her works speak volumes about astrology. She had her own poetic voice and poetic technique of using astrological symbolisms in her poems. She was always deeply…
By: Claire Scott Every Sunday my mother serves burnt lima beans doused in bitterness and butter. Her special recipe. We tumble in from church where my father sings Bach in the filtered light of stained glass saints. Us kids in…
By: Claire Scott They say a place of healing They say for your own good Doctors with white coats flapping, Starched storks armed with prescription pads like flight attendants. Coffee, tea, wine? Zyprexa, Geodon, Seroquel? Mix and match from day to…
By: Desirée Jung Quando aprendi a falar estrangeiro I was amazed by the strangeness Inhabiting my corpo, inside me. As palavras take emotions That search and do not find. São suspiros ininterruptos Surfacing my skin. São camadas de ar, That explode…
By: Duane L. Herrmann Each perfect star – six points miniature perfection uncreateable by hands multitudinous abundance and every one unique, absorbs all sound as they float down blanketing the sounds and ground; a presence here today and melt tomorrow….
By: Duane L. Herrmann Desperate relief lifetimes of stress, six decades of hell, numblingly welcome to simply sit, and do nothing. So the man sits in blessed relief; sitting, simply sitting: no objective, no goal, no action – to him, amazing…
By: Mark Williams Father I thank you for watching over me Day and night you bring love into my life Morning until sunlight you gave me Hope, strength of sight to see A life to breathe A love to know Forever…
By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow, Which rushes in front of…