Both Marc Carver A DAY OUT Intro. I have to be free to be my own slave, chains I can never break places I can never see people I can never know strangers on a shore looking out to sea. Don't give me free will I will only fuck it up. 1. The woman on the other platform … Continue reading A Day Out and Mrs Woo
Smells
By Jagari Mukherjee Jagari Mukherjee is a bilingual poet from Kolkata, India. Her writings have appeared in several newspapers, magazines, anthologies, webzines, and blogs. Her first book, a collection of poems entitled Blue Rose, was published in May 2017. Early morning I wake up To the pleasant smell Of a bonfire of dried leaves; … Continue reading Smells
Roots
By Emma Woodford Lydia green fronds a little brittle maneuvered carefully into place branches gently straightened out. Re-placed and pushed down, half a can of water doused whispering a loving chant. Bay tree planted, mold two holes and fold in roots. His ancestor lives in Brittany, kilometers from here, first planted in … Continue reading Roots
Then I Left
By Rajnish Mishra, I come home after years and carry bribes along: bribes for minds to remember, to remind me the forgotten me. I carry chocolates for all. Death is of two kinds: permanent or temporary removal from a world. In my world of past I’m dead. I’m dead, nearly, for many. I’m dead … Continue reading Then I Left
Post-Work Remains Left
I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left
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