Identity
A woman's fight for independent identity in a patricaly society…
Treading on limestone and slime, / tangles of seaweeds, up hill from / black sand-banks and pebbles, with / the pace of hunter on the bear path…
If you see the Sky / you’ll find your lullaby / Those are your bones, / travelling in the Universe / If you talk to the Sky / you’ll get your gold desire... / Nobody can / go back to their old life...
Time… I would like to have more time / To repair the branches I have broken. / To make those eyes that now cry… To make them bright, with joy…
It hurts to be in love / We don’t choose the creature we fall in love with / a combination of chemical in our body / tell us who is irresistible to us…
in high regard / I hold him / his excellence emerges / from many places / untold faces of wisdom / deep-rooted in the earth…
What is to become of me / I wonder as I breathe / Pondering / The hands of time / How swiftly it passes by / Evaporating…
Ah! With iridescent light of gems of time / The heavenly road you pave! / In the kingdom of stars / I found my home.
Near the riverbank where we / Buried her, I light a candle / And wait, patient as a hunter / Detecting what the beast will do / In the next moment…
Last night, gazing at the stars / I saw those countless gems smile / Numberless from my past life / Limitless in the silver kingdom…
Currency / a pocket can sometimes be : a kind of prison, / I have never lived in / a cash economy where the bill / fold unfolds to find someone / creased in the middle, / but perhaps credit moves…
Where were god? Where was god while your inner world was falling apart? Where was god while the events of life drained your energy and…
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
Desert… / If you’re looking for yourself / The shadows of your ancestors / Will lead you up to the light / Desert... / Draw a big wheel of stones / Let the sun caress your shoulders…
Morning Melody and other poems by Changming Yuan You might have stayed up All night, clicking at every...
Five poems by Simon Perchik * A click and its likeness can't change, curled the way rain yellows...
School Days, by Himanshu Attri Glimpses of our past the day we entered school it seemed not so...
Natalie Crick “I have found delight in writing throughout my life and first began to write when I...
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…
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…
