Thursday, April 25, 2024

Poetry

Poems by Shernaz Wadia

RENDEZVOUS poems no longer emerge out of some verdant soil like lilies reflexively spreading their pink cheer they don’t happen as they did twisting out of a gnawing gut... glow worms on the screen shedding light in dark corners words tapping themselves out of their own accord have lost their easy fluidity stanched like blood from a wound they want me to...

Poems by Moinak Dutta

POTPOURRI 1. The other day When we became very political, We flagged our posts; After the sabbath, We put hashtags On our souls. 2. We survived like tramlines in the city, Some parts remained, Some tracks gone, Some lines forgotten, Some kept like tradition. 3. That plectrum which you held Between your fingers And with which you awakened Fire and ice, Found that under the mattress, And you told...
In Pains Like a mighty wind, it came Infant memories of joy defamed The punctured hearts on the slings of torment catapulted to the strings to sign the hymns of bitterness Those heavy hearts in battered souls Becoming numb to the pangs of death Stealing the love of nature to their hub Staring the ocean of forgetfulness never...

Poems by Kalyani Bindu

TO SEE To see as I see you, through beetle eyes— mosaic percussion of hundred incarnations, to see, as I see you through strange beetle eyes— like strange art on cryptic flowers, strange streaks at strange places. TO THINK Like the one who sits cowered in the haunt of the anticipated halt, mind riveting like a forced swing, head synchronized with the ejaculating bus, the light of creatures and things, passing in and out as it...

Poems by Steve Denehan

Sandalwood Some foundation, concealer a little rouge a subtle lipstick her reflection disappoints lines, hard earned, unwanted her reflection smiles it helps She dusts and tidies arranges rearranges old photographs of ghosts She lights a candle sandalwood she vacuums and sweeps she polishes and primps her home herself just in case Two Scientists I should be in work instead, I sit in a Dublin café tightly clutching a cup of tea as if it might...

Poems by Gopal Lahiri

MOTHER COURAGE I was not strong, rather meek and shy, Saw my mother catching wind between palms, Trying to hold me while lighting the dusk lamp, The mellow sun greeted her resilience, her bravery, Stroking at the edge of her Bengal cotton sari, Not knew, the reason of sadness flooding her body. Her voice then dropped to a...
EMILY AS THE FIELD IS STILL A FIELD Even if Emily is naked in the field the worth of that dirt is determined by the season. Though that has never stopped me from referring to her as the bloom, as the crop, as the reason why all of Ohio’s two-lane highways have been built. I know...

Poems by Akila G

Checkmate This is how it rains. A cloudburst when you laugh and compete with the spattering droplets and I harvest a silence in a pair of pretentious shades tears have long muted consoled and labelled. Everything has a cure but no one knows or recalls what heals first pain or time? We possess disintegrated memories petals, showers, ice pellets, leaves, dust, debris, gust, silence scattered in...
BLACK IN GRAY AMERICA (in memory of Sam Cornish) You recalled a city of stinks: the shabby breath of yellow teeth, filthy socks on crusty feet, blood-spill dried on the sidewalk. The dirt-floor basement room your mother tried to sweep clean rustled all night as rodents named and renamed you in dreams. The sorry carcass of Baltimore coughed up feverish...
True Self Nameless stands with his back to the wall. Desperate grappling of an unsettled mind. Piercing screams emitting from some lost place. Unsure of any fate, real or imagined. Looking past a vague blackness, slowly filling an empty jar on the shelf. Cardboard dreams crumbling, while paint peels off in layers of obscurity. A disease of doubt...

Poems by Jack Donahue

The Removal of Sin in a World Without Sin Turning once again toward the sea, strong arms move my head to look at the land instead, a desert landscape beige, bland sand the monotonous menu for my eyes that have seen it all before. Defiant, I turn to feast on the wild water, currents pushing the shore...

Poems by Claudine Nash

I PASS YOU AN EMPTY SKY I just love when I pass you an empty sky and you spin it then hand me back a fistful of stars. ENTANGLEMENT 1 You reach through this spiral of settling light and touch a drifting, mislaid piece of dust. You lift it and somewhere else in time and space, something in me rises. ENTANGLEMENT 2 On this ground I plant a seed. I lay by this mound of peat moss and...