By: Andrea Myinga An appetite won at noonLost on facing a tableThe one entrusted to blessMake it bitter and long It absorbed aromaKilled stories going onStories of pallbearer and IAbout the best casketHas to match colours of heaven Hey heaven!…
By: Jim Bates Snowy lakeside treesHazy soft dreamy shorelineFrosted Fairyland. After the snowfallLandscape resting peacefullyOverwhelming calm. Northwest wind blowingCold gray winter day chills deepFireplace burns warmly. Deep north woods cabinDecember snowfall thigh deepSnowshoes beckoning..
By Payal Nagpal the well-earned brings together 65 poets from different parts of India, including Tripura, Odisha, Assam, West Bengal, Arunachal Pradesh, Delhi, Jalandhar, Mumbai, Tiruchirappalli, Hyderabad, and Pune. The editor, Kiriti Sengupta, has authored several volumes of poetry, and…
By: Radomir Vojtech Luza Isolation Alley Alone in room 22A metaphysical zooLoaded choo choo Here in Grand Valley Healthcare CenterIn Van Nuys, CA The walls speaking a language of their ownClosing in like Allied troops after Normandy Blinds taped to…
By: Mykyta Ryzhykh There’s a void inside of us that can’t be filled with porn moviesThere is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filledA jug from the human body broken into fragments of timeThe clay from which…
By: April Mae M. Berza We march in the streetsof the historic Mendiola,mobilizing the massesto cry for justicefor the great Percy Lapid. His early deathrekindled the flameof a Filipino movementagainst tyrantsand oligarchs. I’m imprisonedinside the livid rageof a dying evening,trying…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trews Weir What true, which spun embroidered myth?I knew the weir, its timber trap. Long float log boat from Exmoor down,that salmon leap, where few flew by,and pool beneath by Ducks Marsh green,neither bog nor drake insight….
By: Amber Pineda Dyeing Blue Rain Rust In the loud stillness of this barrenCover of cascading stars and mellow rainAre these red strings of restraint thatEmbrace learned destinyAs though it were beneath your skin. There is a sprinkle of porcelain…
In the acknowledgement note of his latest poetry collection ‘Water has Many Colors’, Kiriti Sengupta rues the absence of schools that can teach poetry in India. In my opinion, there is a reason behind this. And that is, you can…
By Karen Lee Stradford 15 minutes of Fame My dream came true.I finally got your attentionafter being unnoticedfor so long.I feel like a celebrity. I’m happy to bethe center of your attraction.But, I hope that my 15 minuteswill last. ###…