GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK Letter to India (On the imprisonment of Telugu-language poet Varavara Rao) India! Does the goddess Saraswati smile When you imprison your poets When, Covid-stricken, they hallucinate Sitting in a puddle of urine? India! Is Saraswati pleased? Varavara Rao,…
ELDAR AKHADOV For Richard Berengarten, author of the monumental poem ‘Tree’* Artillery shots. Foxtrot sounds. Villages and ancient manuscripts burn. And only the tree outside the window keeps waiting. Whenever you glance at it The mind darkens. Ice crumbles. A…
BILL LEWIS Syzygy The book opens. The mind opens. They recognise Each other as Brother and sister. The mind reads The book as the Book searches The mind for their Lost sibling: The heart. Abraxas The curtain is torn The…
ROGAN WOLF A Visit to the Gallery of Gifts The poems reproduced here have been selected from a collection I first put together several years ago. I needed to respond in words to the deaths of three people I loved.…
ROBERTO MALINI In Memory of George Floyd (October 14, 1973 – May 25, 2020) Before he died George Floyd said in a last faint whisper: “I can’t breathe”. “I can’t breathe”. And he died suffocated, with the weight of the…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT English A poetic In memoriam for those who died untimely of the corona virus UNTIMELY LEAVING When a sun which knows no more dawn dies away in its own light, and the night blots out its stars, snaps the stem,…
ANNE STEVENSON Sierra Nevada Landscape without regrets whose weakest junipers strangle and split granite, whose hard, clean light is utterly without restraint, whose mountains can purify and dazzle and every minute excite us, but never can offer us commiseration, never…
