By: Abasiama Udom TO THEM Bring the gin and beer,let us call again to themwho even before us have gone.Let us bring our problems and a sacrifice,lifting the shouting hen.Let us again […]
‘Gnarled feet’ and other poems by Abasiama Udom
‘Aeromexico’ and other poems by James Croal Jackson
By: James Croal Jackson Aeromexico I sit alone in this two-seat rowand the cabin lights are off. I cannot locate the clouds beneaththe wing’s intermittent flashing– my only light its metronome.It’s my […]
Relishing the last sweet bite before it all ends in Harjo’s ‘Perhaps the World Ends here’
By Hiba Heba A kitchen table is ornamented with the paragons of humanity. It is the beginning, as well as the end of the world. Joy Harjo and her pensiveness record history […]
The book ‘Songs of Suicide’ by Onkar Sharma shifts spotlight to the complex subject of suicide
In a recent cover launch of his poetry collection titled ‘Songs of Suicide’, Onkar Sharma revealed the reason why he penned poems with an underlying theme of suicide. He argued that it […]
‘Plague Poems’ by J. K. Durick
By: J. K. Durick Plague Poem for Day Eleven I remember all the saints’ lives from school – Sister Mary putting on an LP and there they’d be – martyrdom in various […]
Corona’s Ghost
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey There lived an old, lanky monkIn the city of WuhanHe had a staff and a piped gourd pitcher Hanging down his hump.Once a man called Cring Pring Walked […]
‘Breathing’ and other poems by Cauvery Chauhan
By Cauvery Chauhan Breathing The vehicles walking,The clouds moving,The birds have disappeared. The red, yellow, white, and purple hueIs baking the dusk. The wind blowing,The victory preaching,The vision has become clear. The […]
“Moments of Choice” and other poems by Dagen Kipling
By: Dagen Kipling Moments of Choice Grey clouds summersault across the skywhite lines of whipped creamcrisscrossed alongthe backdrop of metallic paint blueelectric cobalt appliedto the side ofa 97 mustang the car you […]
‘Dying on a Monday’ and other poems by Holly Day
By: Holly Day Dying on a Monday I feel her growing quieter beneath the pressure of my handsflops and flutters like a butterfly drenched in oil, only a few moments moreand there […]
Eric Delaviere
By: Nyse Vicente I hadn’t seen it thenEric DelaviereThe glinting eye, Phoebus light hanging upon the curve of your cheek, or the soft smile, lifted eyes, brows rose as we played in […]
