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  • I Fall Asleep Thinking Snow – Ann Howells

    awaken to black-capped birds    inside December silence snow dances in a dervish whirl,    smooth rounded drifts single line of bootprints    mars the ice-crusted walk & silence rings around me like a bell…

  • Silent Letter to My Post-Colonial Friend – Pawan Hira

      Come to me not as if a friend sweet I was I have never been one if you want to know   Come to me like equals and dare to say…

  • The Ethos of The City Animal in India – Pawan Hira

    There has never been a sentiment of such a nature which says: In India, do as Indians do   and I am tempted to look through and wonder how it is true…

  • Stateless – Oz Hardwick

    after Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Hymnen   Fast laughter: insects repeat, repeat: time passes, glides, cuts, repeats, repeats: metal breathes deep and sings:   the world speaks in accidental phonetics drawn from static wires…

  • Perceptions – Carol Hamilton

    The window skitters and rasps as the jets take off, circle, fake a landing, then do it again. The engine hum is less and less then more and more so the return…

  • Know this – Robbin Farr

    All day long I say nothing but I am sorry. The words tumble in breaths and yawns, wait for acceptance at the breakfast table, over black coffee and blue bowls of oatmeal.…

  • Prophet – Aneka Brunssen

    concrete pillow – the vagrant’s time machine is broken.   smog-painted sunset strobe-light stars   like home?     where’s home?   the air tastes like concepts of culture systematic surrealism. crowd covered in…

  • The summer of her discontent – Sarah Bigham

    Flashbulb memory                of a tiny                   pink shawl A cherry blossom               …

  • Missing Lover – Kari Astillero

    When river resounds among girls sitting on rocks and each voice combs like a moon-song: rope vines crawl like our hands,                to reach    …

  • Spirit Bear in the Garden – Marcia Arrieta

    the poetry of the old farm & the island that is art   in storm    in indecision the raft   a morning of light &  drawings   to breathe through the story…