Kisa
By Muhammed Veletanlic Redness O rednessTie me to your thighSo appropriately bluntBluntly to my eye Glow, so fine and politeLike a red wineSlip through my throatDown to my gutAnd never returnTo my acrid mind
Thalassomania
By Karin Lindgren May I come to gather your scattered spindrift,string your wind-strewn letters like beads of nacre,versify a necklace of seaborne strophestumbled and polished?Let me fill the conch of my ear with murmursreeling off the curls of your waves like vowels,rhythms spiced with consonants tambourined fromjingle shell slivers. Tongues of men and angels are […]
Night Delirium
By Maria Claudia Faverio Clouds, not the ordinary moon,manifest and lonelyin the dense scopes of dark,clouds accompany the polymathic deliriumof this night.Aggravated by the black vacuumof the sky,pallid perceptions of distancescrumble to blindnesslike a tired eye,and madness of colourseffaces itselfin the intricate evasionsof imagination.The untuned reticencesof desiretransfix the egolike a fake light,enhancing its delirium,while palaver […]
Heureux qui comme Ulysse
By Laurent Dubois Heureux qui comme Ulysse, a traversé les agesNaviguant, père peinard,D’ales hellènes en pubs irlandaisIl y a de folles odes hisséesAu mât infini des siècles condensésHeureux qui comme Ulysse postpose le naufrageAntique Don QuichotteDont le sang chaud penchaEn faveur des faveursDe sirènes aussi reines d’un soir Dans l’oeil du cyclone,Il plonge son courageDavid […]
Beauty’s where you find it
By Grant Fisher A prisoner on life’s canvasI asked a humming bird,“Is beauty youthOr beauty truthOr beauty just a word?”The answer that he gave meWas sweet and pure and true,For all the soundsWhere life aboundsAre fair from any view We search for beauty everywhere,We try to give a formTo all that isAnd all that livesAn […]
Absolutely Nothing
By Barry Howard What were Newton’sMatter notI float, I flyOld laws can rotWhat were anchorsNever trueKant the foolI’ll kill him too What were truthsMirage at bestOne mind, one mouthBoth false behest What were mineNot half a chanceDreams and visionsCircumstance When held the cherishedWords aboveWill sorrow findHer greatest love Grand words can shapeMost any thoughtBut truth […]
The Scent of Heaven
By Paul F. Kisak The Scent of Heaven When shadows of soldiersFill the muster’s last hall.The muse will replaceThe sad bugler’s frail call. This is the peace of dreamsFor both young and old.Let no one feel pain,Go without or feel cold. ’Tis not a condition thatMust wait post ’pocalypse.It is within our graspAs common ground […]