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Gray and self assured and solid it moves forward / on its damp and endless journey while yesterday’s ambulances go back and forth / back and forth in my brain…
Ah, these are the leaders /These are the leaders – / Madmen in suits. / Believing in numbers, percentages and sanity / Drawing bar-charts to rationalize tanks and air strikes…
I felt like walking with you in the woods / no daffodils but many trees / not really black, or green - no fairy-tale - / but sweet air and warm-licking sun / healing all there is…
Of all the things in the ad what attracted me / Was the beauty of Sarah / And I stood there, or sat, today, Friday morning, / A winter sun warms me up in my purple clothes…
The buoys of memory have faint bells, noticed in the night. / I have left these chiming seamarks for the time of my return…
My youngest daughter called from the army, / just returned from an ambush in the desert, this time / they intercepted two men who tried to smuggle Hashish from Egypt…
Facing one another / we turn our backs to the world’s calamities. / Behind our closed eyes and curtains / both heat and war / erupted at once…
I can't believe it's / a new year, again / it has crept up on me, softly, surreptitiously, / though the signs, of course, were written on the wall…
The hazy air surrounds us all, / with dust which cannot dirty them. / Dry heat and desert-wind envelop / the Holy Day / without a moment touching them…
The window travels the clouds travel I / travel the road travels the moon travels the trees travel the pane / travels moon travels passengers travel / earth travels mountains travel planet travels thoughts travel…
God of building violations hear / our application / we the undersigned / people in apartments / in housing blocks / in projects…
Not in a tinplated / beggar’s cup of watery soup / do I perceive your countenance. / Not in a fine white china / dish of consommé…
You are up on the sky, / eeping an eye into the Light, / so righteous within, / if only you look at those near and far…
PRIVATE 40, p. 40-41, photo Anabell Guerrero, text Thachom Poyil Rajeevan Buy PRIVATE 40 by Thachom Poyil Rajeevan...
I walked the valley of shadow / touched faces / of fear with eager hands / eagle heart / your words / tasted deliciously tender…
I am to be born today. / But, yesterday / My star turned into a black hole / My tree erished my bird, my animal / All died out…
on someone else’s place / it seems to him the land / slings distance way out / the dirt is dead and / the sky seems twisted / the beat of the stones is wrong…
August is the worst / month to die. / People do not listen to / trivial whispers nor / to shooting guns. Too much tv, / too many home-made movies / in a webcam lifetime…
Mist and dew / no longer inhabit the dale. / Plumes of smoke are the reeds / in the miry oxbows. / And the snow-hearted boy / who ran above the sky / on feet of Favonius / and with locks of Sol…
This issue offers its readers a selection of photographs that touches onto the many facets of the environment. I would like to single out two amongst those that underline, I feel, the complexity of reporting on such a multi-faceted issue.
In the dark dawn glow / of a dying night / growing visible / a slight movement of a hand / gripping the image of a ram / dying under a lion’s claw
At night, it is like fire / spreading beneath us. / This vast city / aflame, and the plane / groaning. / The city is more beautiful / from the sky at night. / At noon, it looks like / a worn-out garage, / a thing in the middle…
My husband and I gather our remaining lives / the morning after. I snatch away memories / of childhood, adolescence, college, where my life / was a bittersweet of books, boys, my father’s…
The world a clayey pot / Africa-the food inside the pot / Nigeria the salt inside the food / let us protect the pot from collapse / let us make an hygiene food / and let not the salt go wasted…
Beautiful / Spirit of the night / Her shadow appears / abstract– / As her body contours / under the moonlight / She does the nagla dance / With beads dangling between her breasts…
One day I left my home / To the evil forest in my land / To see nature as it was / During a dry season. / I saw ants were busy/diligent / Gathering their crust-food. / Each of them goes in, comes out / To gather more of the food…
I am like a woodbit / with motions diverse adrift / in the ocean so vast / uncharted, / endless waves and no berthing cove. / in this broth of tides so strong, / storms so violent…
Mama Afrika / Make me a necklace / Of shiny malachite beads and brass spheres / That will mark me / Queen of the jungle– / Queen of romance– / Groom me for womanhood– / Mama Afrika / Make me a necklace…
Don’t tell me of blood, sage, / What I have seen I cannot forget. / Tell me of no war, / Of my private ones I can swear. / Spare me the gory details, / It’s a shame that men should die…
Regardless the principle of politics, / What is politics? / Are you a politician with bad sense / Of politics as a career? / You come to the people and you swear; / You make promises of heaven on earth…
