By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken…
By: Vyarka Kozareva IN THE BOUDOIR OF THE DAY The morning keepsBehind its curtainsPieces of human fragility:Micro-nuclei of pain,Droplets of hope, snippets of murkAll waiting to get collected diligently,Arranged carefully,And tied byParty-colored ribbons, cord or wire—According to the rate of…
By: Judith Ferster Deprivation or Trying on the Other We don’t have it easy being white. The apesthat ape you in cartoons are whitebut grew fur coats to compensate.Our only prize is vitamin D.The price is wrinkles and skin cancer.When…
By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Heavenly Temples and Towers I rode a heavenly camel towards a desolate desert, .a jade bottle poured the sweet dew of the Kingdom of Heavenand converged a lake of springs that never…
By Amrita Valan In Conjunctio Oppositorum The promise, ofArdhnarishwaraPledge of Purush,Evolutionary elegancePerfect synchronicityYin-Yang, Dark-LightFire-Water, Hard-Soft,Eros and ThanatosDestruction and creationGerms of entropy,Seeded in nascence.Fusion of promiseIn true mystical union,Holistic leap of faithOver spiritual oceans.Ananthnaga devouringSheshnaga’s tail.Alpha to omegaWedded congruence.Parsing syncretismRichest essences.Wondrous…
By: Puneet Kumar Tonight Let Us Play Together Tonight let us play togetherA game that has no rulesJust two of us will playSee how long we can play We both have to be carefulKeep each other’s interest aliveNot let this…
By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a…
By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain.
By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah After Building My House After building my housewith my intestines and bloodsplashed over the walls and roof,the villagers complainthat their gods dwelling in cavesare becoming intimidated. The sudden rise of my windbreaker,sweat-encrusted tower of refugein the…