By Chioma Odukwe Late November Magic I dread less the sunset It's a time for me to rest My face now holds some color The harsh winter didn't take it all away Apathy is gone before I wake He left without his kiss I see the clouds are clearing up Making way for my rose … Continue reading Late November Magic and Other Poems
Poem Sun
By Guna Moran Translated from the Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury I cry inconsolably after reading a poem I can’t stop myself from crying out After penning a poem The poems that I read Under such pencil of light It is a boon of a star That expired a hundred years ago A hundred years … Continue reading Poem Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 