By: Linda Barrett Don’t cry for her,Argentina.She will be immortal.Her prose will warn manyOf what is already happeningIn our fragile world.Her body conquered cancerSo many times.While one young womanWas scythed by the Grim ReaperMuch too soon,Beatriz stayed on the earthLong…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto The US hegemony began during the Second World War and peaked some thirty years later. 1.Life is strange.Sometimes, just a short encounter leads us somewhere we never expected. The Japanese surrender of the Second World War in…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.It was in 1987.I was a student of Jawaharlal Nehru University,under the scholarship of the Indian government. Being a student of anthropology,I was required to learn a local language, andget used to the local way of living….
By: Rita McDermott Peering downward from the sky…A painted picture of lush green trees Sprouting up from the groundLike clumps of broccoli. A green garden surrounding a still body of water Pools of diamonds sparkling on the surface Courtesy of…
By: Jayashabari Shankar Spotted with yellow and brownI roam the savannah till sundown,I am a tough and strong creature,But they admire only one feature-My long sturdy neck. They come in flocks to my home,Hoping to see me roam,“Ooh” and “aahs”…
By: Anpa Marndi Requiem for the Death of Humanity After asphyxiating all the facts, with chunksof deceptive darkness, you’ve dabbedeveryone’s eyes with black kohl. In the land of the bones—-the numb bodiesthe unrebellious, innocent docile mindsare coffined in the water…
By: Ken W. Simpson Pride The nurses don’t strollthey stride resolutely and proudly. *** Boneyard Welcome to zombielandwhere old crones mingle to die in silence. ### The Treadmill Time is the mediumwe work with a method each day.
By: Kathryn Holeton From Grain to Fruit The sweet, fresh air lingers on open fingertipsGently caressing, gently raisingGiving birth to words from open lipsBringing in dark clouds laden with rainLike a captain to his ship-with the purpose of growing fruit…
By: Christian Ward Cuttlefish We wear the ocean for haute couturebut have upside down McDonald’s archesfor eyes in an unexpected show of humility.Misunderstood? You bet. We feed budgieswith the bones of our dead but few understandour enjoyment of aquatic flight,…
By: Erik Priedkalns The Nap I woke up from a dreamy nap.Not beautiful dreamy,but a slashing scene withshortness of breath, sweat drenched face,heart scooping sadness.I saw the boys when they were young,heard their blind faith chatter,relived the time before the…