By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. Death came visiting: far away. Death … Continue reading Death came visiting
Step Outside
By Don Kingfisher Campbell open door walk on water reflects pools around shoes feel grass blades between fingers grasp tree texture rough to stroking hand sense air flow over skin see clouds with moist eyes sky towers above buildings
The master of beginnings
By Rajnish Mishra I’m the master of beginnings; neither middle, nor end, of steps that hang, neither rise nor fall, of sounds that are, reach ears mean nothing. Try not to call me, or meet me (never). Mail me. Mails are good, convenient too. There’s no guarantee that I’ll mail you back. I respond … Continue reading The master of beginnings
Biology
By Don Kingfisher Campbell Before I met you I was just some hyperthermophile in a Morning Glory Pool When we did hook up we became a batch of sea lettuce harboring green algae Then we slept together and realized we turned red, produced a calcium carbonite cement As we committed we evolved into a mangrove swamp … Continue reading Biology
Responses to Us
By Don Kingfisher Campbell The plants think we spend so much time moving around. The walls know too many secrets to speak, only crack. The blankets revel in their memories, stories told in threads. The sky sings out a constant revelation, if we simply listen. We are their favorites. They enjoy our drama, turning … Continue reading Responses to Us
Intersection Rock
By Don Kingfisher Campbell humans drive into paved parking lot walk over dust past barbeque pits dry dirt air enters nostrils watch sun beaten rocks balance on each other thousands of Joshua trees stand around wonder if the few clouds will cry a little unseen jet in the distance roars away
Tommy Haiku #136-140
By Thomas Page Lone basketball on The side of the train track, with Party of litter The train is a display Of the olfactory, some Strange, fake vanilla Barbed wire o’er the Fence by my train window, spikes Shaped like lit sparklers The sky complements Itself with orange and blue hues Bleeding into dawn Graffiti … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #136-140
Tommy Haiku #141 -145
By Thomas Page White on blacktop, stark Declarations of commands To obey the known law. Facades of stone and Wood with white paneling o’er Vivid colored signs Shivering sun ignited With the frigid air Of new winter Frosted glass, white panels, Sleigh bells on leather straps ‘round A ring on doorknob. Slow as molasses Time … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #141 -145
Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Grandfather Clock Between the savage crags we dug him up with hands of earth and malice a grandfather clock pulled from the ground like annihilating flowers, peering through the shards of his broken glass face to know what the time was when he stopped. Simone and Sartre She was from the … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Life is a Glass of Coke
By Sravani Singampalli Email id: srvscool@gmail.com Bio: Sravani Singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh,India. I sit with a glass of coke I take small sips And enjoy its refreshing taste. Conversations with my friends press on And after sometime … Continue reading Life is a Glass of Coke
