By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST To repeatedly provide the facsimile of […]
Poem: My gallery has ended
Poem for the Bed
By: John Grey The bed beguiles even when not in action. Its very anticipation of bodies is an impression in itself. The blanket is turned down. The coil-springs of the mattress near-burst with […]
Poem: A Burnt and his Rivals
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Tactful rivals are approaching showing their dreadful canines Yet A burnt remains fearless and relaxed, He just checks once again his locker up Wherein his heart and soul […]
Poem: Dancing with the Five Israeli Stars
By: Chuck Orloski “The people control nothing.” Paul Craig Roberts; “Washington leads the world to war,” (10/05/2016) Inside a terrible Bergen, N.J., barroom the Nag Champa incense burned slowly, German Beck’s beer still […]
Poem: Lascaux II.
By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, […]
Poem: A Reconstruction of Amy Lowell’s “Red Slippers”
By: Helen Gavoe Red pods hanging from the rafters. When they finally bloom, Will they fill the room with crimson perfume, Salmon lining exposed like a spreading vulva, Blood red freckles trailing […]
Poem: Fishing
By: April Mae M. Berza I was fishing for words on this sunny day to cook a poem and serve it hot for you, but it was in the stream of silence I […]
How to read poetry?
A poem is believed to be music to the ears – when murmured, hummed, spoken or sung. If it sounds perfect when read and spoken, it has passed the first and the […]
Poem: Nazneen
By: Somrita Urni Ganguly (You’ve read the Laila-Majnu story, have you not? This one is slightly different. The poet wrote it after Majnu was lost to her.) Laila uttered Qais’s name like a prayer […]
Poem: Scattered in the Absent Wind
By: Fredrik Zander Estranged by adorers, Scattered in the absent wind; This vacuum is a bird of prey. Too late for the news of the world; Too soon for the fascination Strangers […]
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