Sunday, December 16, 2018

Poetry

Where Technocracy Ends The other day, since I couldn’t recall, I googled “What was I just thinking about?” and the computer would not give me the correct information to my inquiry. I asked it this question a million times over and every time it gave me the wrong answer. It felt good knowing there were still some...
They Won’t Forget to Pray (verses in response to “So Long Marianne”) In the night, you asked for silence to speak to angels for Marianne, for Marianne. You opened your lips and dry as they were still breathed the confession of stillness. Darkness approached as you addressed love in its trembling thoughts. I can’t hear your voice. It is quiet and...
Civil Guardsmen From a field of grasses dried by wind, two civil guardsmen stare toward the sun for traffic on the lonely road they have been stationed to protect. They are tall against the burnt horizon, still as the ground itself, and one is the reflection of the other as, side by side, they stand in place. Should one turn around,...

Poems by Tissy Taylor

SHATTER Glass wall inside of me Looking to where I want to be How this widowed heart hides In plain sight, wishing to be seen False light is blinding me Until I can no longer breathe Quiet madness beguiles This raging fire, consuming Masked her wall of pretend Fettered anguish lingers within Imprisoned by the tides In murky depths a life...

Poems by Shernaz Wadia

RENDEZVOUS poems no longer emerge out of some verdant soil like lilies reflexively spreading their pink cheer they don’t happen as they did twisting out of a gnawing gut... glow worms on the screen shedding light in dark corners words tapping themselves out of their own accord have lost their easy fluidity stanched like blood from a wound they want me to...
BLACK IN GRAY AMERICA (in memory of Sam Cornish) You recalled a city of stinks: the shabby breath of yellow teeth, filthy socks on crusty feet, blood-spill dried on the sidewalk. The dirt-floor basement room your mother tried to sweep clean rustled all night as rodents named and renamed you in dreams. The sorry carcass of Baltimore coughed up feverish...
suicide paula’s weak moment leaving me early sad lonely feeling nightly she returns softly whispering her lost love still in my heart bliss alone in library empty used bookstore roaming shelves sacred experience like attending church feeling hopeful promise quietly turning pages becoming dreamer again freedom waking to birdsong before first light building small fire boiling water from stream instant coffee oats in tin cup ready for journey picking way over deadfall brushing aside cobwebs escaping...

Poems by Sumana Roy

Balasan I’ve met the river before, but this is a new setting— like meeting a parent in their office. Bala—sand, san—stone: a river baptised for spitting its monsoonal gifts, like calling a girl Khushi, to bait happiness. The mountains that fight the grease of dust when we look at it from Matigara, they are here now, my...

Poems by Steve Denehan

Sandalwood Some foundation, concealer a little rouge a subtle lipstick her reflection disappoints lines, hard earned, unwanted her reflection smiles it helps She dusts and tidies arranges rearranges old photographs of ghosts She lights a candle sandalwood she vacuums and sweeps she polishes and primps her home herself just in case Two Scientists I should be in work instead, I sit in a Dublin café tightly clutching a cup of tea as if it might...

Poems by Ricky Garni

TRIATHLON Jane was in Vancouver one day and she stood at the window and saw a woman crawling out of the sea. The woman started running really fast on the beach until she reached a bicycle and then she hopped on it and kept going. “Wow!” Jane said, “I just saw the evolution of mankind in...

Poems by Richa Sharma

CREATIVITY Excogitate a rainbow, The piebald mind breaks into, A woolgathering without rains, On furlough during emphasis, Precipitation and tedium. A breakthrough in a belfry, Is not a quantum of peerless words. A sockdolager of a man's oeuvre, Is also a renaissance of mirages. Scant advertency makes him think. DEATH Cessation is a penumbra of the foofaraw. The patina of sandalwood is...

Poems by Moinak Dutta

POTPOURRI 1. The other day When we became very political, We flagged our posts; After the sabbath, We put hashtags On our souls. 2. We survived like tramlines in the city, Some parts remained, Some tracks gone, Some lines forgotten, Some kept like tradition. 3. That plectrum which you held Between your fingers And with which you awakened Fire and ice, Found that under the mattress, And you told...