Lakshmi Priya Kerala, India I feel the quake in my abdomen. The city crumbles over its abandoned lanes. II The million men army, The intruders on an island Cheat in the dark Slay the other and drip out. The dead men’s sea Drops of holy white. Oozing cleft from the inner courtyards of the temple…
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Another View of a Grand One
* after seeing the Grand Canyon Vistas, rag-rugged edges, much our crown as a heron’s Comb overcome the greening shrubbery and overgrowth, But meandering way below gushes the river Colorado. Stand, breathlessly, enthused before fence-barred edges On either its more peopled South rim, or lesser visited North rim, and swallowed in its rust-rock expanse, A…
THE JOURNEY
Imagining you there on the Shore
Marjorie Bruhmuller Quebec, Canada My camera cannot emulate the crisp white blocks along the shoreline across so much sea, the blue so deep it fills you— peoples’ lives strung along the shore like pearls. Soon they are your family, and you are theirs. They wave from under lush trees— olives in their fingers, baskets on…
Costa Rica Haiku 2011
Ian Prattis Canada Day One – April 1 Nine mist laden guardians geothermal travel volcanic rim Las Pailas Day Two – April 2 Strangler vines holding aloft dead trees still screaming rainforest rhythm Day Three – April 3 Waterfall La Cangrela high mountain goddess pacific casas sustain Day Four – April 4: Sacred Chant Retreat…
Hunger
Arijit Ghosh Puducherry, India The stinging of hunger The rattling of batteries The former is liquid The latter is onomatopoeic Both kills Hunger turns liquid into d-r-o-p d-r-o-p thirst, thirst for power, oil, blood and water. My woman, my child & myself Lay clad in war-stripped rags. d-r-o-p d-r-o-p d-r-o-p thirst of tingling Sizzling hunger-viper…
Initials carved in driftwood
Charles F. Thielman Eugene Her son’s tight-roped breath fogs zig-zag down to the shore as he igloos into the ice heart of a storm’s approach, the lake’s thick ice groaning. Butterfly tattoo near her jugular, she paces the ridge, watching. So like his distant father, she’s determined he’ll not absorb their angers. Dragging her bag…
The Nobody Child
The caterpillar
English Giant Poets in First World War
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) and Keith Barnes (1934-1969) Tahir Mehmood Poetry! The gift of God, Poetry is the best way of expressing oneself and when a soldier writes poetry in war by describing the realistic scene of war it becomes a master piece. There are good reasons for looking at these two English poets together. Both…