By: Christian Ward Pallas’s catOtocolobus manul The OG grumpy cat. It memesitself every time it steps outside,every pika and squirrela flashbulb never cooling down.A chubby pile of grey furreshaped by cold-pressed code.Perhaps, instead, it dreamsof a domestic life – the…
By: J.K. Durick Coming Clean Cleaning up is easy to doWe know the basicsAlmost by instinct.Things are put backWhere they belong orWhere we think they belong.Then trying to strike a balanceWe arrange objectsStraighten the picturesRearrange the statuesPluck out the dead…
In the latest edition of AuthorTalks, Vanaja Malathy discusses her creative writing journey at length with us. She talks about her transition from the shoes of a teacher, a lecturer, a professor, and a principal to being a poet. Her…
By Karen Lee Stradford Dancing Machine We arrived at 11:00waitingto enter the club.The line is formingalong the brick wall.Everyone dressed in sparkles. Baron is wearing a plain white shirtwith blue jeans,carrying a duffel bag,lookingout of place. The doors open.We push…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Tilth Where I am rooted, said the parched,is not well suited to my thirst.My bed is grit and not the tilththat lets me search and stretch in earth,drawing on moist and nurture’s wealth.I sunbathe in the light…
By: Josephine Rudolf When the little girl who barely had enough to surviveTurns into a grown woman with plenty of resourceBut still, she cannot thriveAnother trauma is here to unpack of course There was never much, yet enough to crowd…
By: Vanaja Malathy One step out…an expanse of snowas if some naughty kids tilted barrels of white paint from aboveall vegetation came under its coatblank silence everywherechirpy birds, light-footed squirrels, voracious caterpillars…gone busy celebrating elsewhere?life seemed dull and blank Yet…
By: Shontay Luna Afar Did you glance upon me,my most sweet love?Adoring you from afar,heart laden withtorturous longing.The distance apartno matchfor the desire myheart holds;how a mere glanceupon you brings mesuch joy. And yet I knowyou’ve never seen me.But that’s…
By: Mahathi SEASONSI stepped on crackling Autumn leaves wriggling on ground.I sighed and slowly walked towards a naked treeAnd whispered low. “Not long these days. You’ll see aroundFresh leaves on twigs. You’ll see a dancing honey beeRotating round your buds…