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By Sunil sharma Some notes haunt! Ovid spotted Philomela in the elusive nightingale and heard her plaintive song that moved his heart to compose his version of the metamorphosis. He recunted a horror tale of the yore. Its echoes resound... Read More
BY STELA XEGA Not everything has a name tag.everybody feels something walking down a street they’venever been on.I remember when I thought I knew everything.and now on many days I wake upI do not want to be Wonder Womandidn’t ask for a cape of... Read More
by SANJEEV SETHI (1) In a sixty word email I was addressed thrice. I shared 18 emails with another. Not once was I named. Favors were being sought in the first. (2) At a stag party he is disoriented as he meets himself. (3) Show me an obese... Read More
BY SANJEEV SETHI (1) If everyone were a nurse there would be no grume. (2) When you love excessively, you imagine everyone is in love with them. (3) Like an apothecary inquiring: How are you? (4) Lashings of asperity prod to... Read More
By Sunil Sharma Rain drops sliding offthe telephone linespower cablesdish antennaebig crystals dropping fromgrey skies of the Asian spacethe cluttered skylinemost of the year—invisible. The pigeons and sparrowshiding from the... Read More
By Stela Xega Today I drank 6 cups of coffeesmoked 11 cigaretteswrote 5 poemsand all togetherspoke 4 words I don’t know what happiness is but I’m pretty sure this isn’t anything close I know you don’t want my companyor my words, neither do... Read More
If a blade of grass catches fire I can bask in that fire that the nature beholds in her heart. although I never get enough of searching light for myself on this ground that grows me without saying any word, on this ground that steps with shame and... Read More
By SANJEEV SETHI (1) Don’t define me by one itch, there are other appearances. It can be contained, made to subside with a willing source. Don’t let this spill on other manifestos. (2) Worsted and word-smitten we’re poets, if we don’t seek... Read More
By Samuel Shenkoya I am tired of looking deep into nothingI am a caveman waiting for a prey to fall dead at my front doorI dreamt we could make it to EdenWith our hands clasped togetherBut the wind took you awayThe wind of Virility and RapacityI... Read More