Poetry
by Malavika M Nair
Six o’ clock and the sun brought a quintet of silent crawlers to the concrete, five glass snails on a line, lost in plans of their morning walk: in ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Aida-Flavia Ciucaș
apple skin.tears driedbefore the bite. seeds sleep.no roots.no rain. an orchardof silencein my palm. ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Penny Wei
In my hometown, God takes the shape of a cleaver.So the first time I lied was to a rooster. I promised not to watch but its blood arced thin and ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Khang-Ninh Đặng
“The cliff demands a” “jump” “Highon a Saturday night” “We look through”“the pina colada” “seeking”“another country” “bombed” “Distorted ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by MK Kuol
there is a slim songhowling in the throat of these northern windsa song about inebriated men inebriated menwho in the serenity night offerswage war ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Niki Orfanou
she showed mea jarof scorpionsshe pickedwith a forkthe markon her handone jumpedstungone halfof herhowledlike a beartrappedin wirethe other ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Oindrila Ghosal
The perfumers ply acrossThe crackedRugged promenadesIn silenceLike rows of ants.Like molten honeyThe overhead sunDrips down theirBare backs —Insulated ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Melissa Luz
here —i try to hold what won’t stay and my fingersbecome cracked riverbedswhere things meant to be water refuse to settle since the first timei saw ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Athena Melliar
A docupoem (Sestina) Shall we walk? I’ll be your guide here, in the most chthonian rooms, stanze of dei morti — dead you’ll ever be: Follow me through ...read the full piece >>Supported by:
