By: Blessing Omeiza Ojo On Becoming Preys to Terrorists, I Remember Childhood Exploits.Perhaps, the burning of Borno by herdersis the wind of karma banging on our doors.Most of us raised in the village were bad children.On our way home, after…
By: Douglas Colston Carmen contrā molestiae(A poem against troubles, annoyances, molestation and the vexatious) A rhyming poemcan seem like a tome –a section of a larger work,it’s likely a dubious perk. Constraining the creative processmay lead to a bit of…
By: James Aitchison See the truth within whichour lives are lived and linked.Hear the answerswhich all men have soughtin their allotted lives.You will not be burdened.You will not be mocked.Hear the Voicethat speaks in the silence,the Wheel that spinsthe lives…
By: Frances Leitch Star Bright Sprouting starsof flowers bloomingin fields and meadowsThe birth of springsunshine huesand velvet petalsClothe the earthin faces of lightwashing offthe tinge of nightStar Bright Little Bird In the chilly mornWhen the sun rises uppast the songbirds…
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…