Stepping
“The morning was new/ and these were morning thoughts./ The villages reduced to the howling of dogs/ belonged to the night.” Poem of the Week (April 8), by Moniza Alvi.
Read More“The morning was new/ and these were morning thoughts./ The villages reduced to the howling of dogs/ belonged to the night.” Poem of the Week (April 8), by Moniza Alvi.
Read More“It diminishes you,/ Amina, so// To sell your splendour/ In the name of charity…” Weekend poem, by Samuel Reilly.
Read More“my breasts offend my father,/ more so than my opinions…” Poem of the Week (April 1st), by Hira A.
Read More” Meanwhile, as he’s saying this, I can’t help but notice the goatee/ Eerily sprouting around his mouth. His teeth are as white as the/ Angels that betrayed him…” Weekend poem, by Jordan Blum.
Read More“Green buffers green, all of yesterday/ converges/ into thickly arching swatches./ Just out of sight a late despair…” Weekend poem, by Frank C. Praeger.
Read More“The one I liked best/ was the house with the tree/ that had been peeled/ like a banana/ by that tornado…” Poem of the Week (March 18) by Iris Mahan.
Read More“the music began like a baby/ small faces (delicate fruit sounds)/ a terrible noise in the back room…” Weekend poem, by Mary Kasimor.
Read More“A canvas/ empty of colour/ a body/ kissed by death.”
Poem of the Week (March 11), by Sukrita Paul Kumar.
“Strangers watched on,/ making bets in our favour,/ and drinking the last of the rain.”
Weekend poem, by Kat Soini.
“She burst into my room dancing, humming,/ a force of nature, her dark skin gleaming,/ cleaving me with her beauty’s pulse.” Poem of the Week (March 4), by Shanta Acharya.
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