Two Worlds A blue lake captures my soul in its unmeasured, unimaginable depths where a new world better than lands survive drinking immortality. Howling wolves pierce melancholy and the dropping leaves stuck with fever of spring bows down before the…
Emley Walk Trouser mud splats track our epic walk. Ancient lines scar the landscape, invade our souls. We trudge. Size 5 Wellies and paw prints scatter field mice, voles, birds Into the bleach boned bamboo stalks; ghosts of fertile summers…
Marine Petrossian’s antipoetry METAPHYSICS our father— I said but he didn’t let me continue rather strange— I never say our father perhaps it was a dream or maybe I was bewildered to see that he exists our father— I said…
Light lamps and candles to show the way to the Pakistani children so they can fly to the Heaven as a flock of birds Gather around their mothers to share their pains and sorrows they will keep close till the…
Laura is a Wakefield poet aged 18 and is currently an English Literature student. She has twice been awarded a commendation as a Foyle Young Poet of the Year and Young Writer (an International English language poetry competition for under…
Muhammad Shanazar was born into a poverty stricken family in a village of Sub Division Gujarkhan District, Rawalpindi, Pakistan on 25th November, 1960. As a child he collected fodder and fire wood, grazed cattle and ploughed the farms. He lived…
MARIO NICOLAO And I hear my secret sea flood in, my hushed inner sea (‘Cicadas’, FL 171) a Homage to Agnostos Nomolos The Mediterranean contains many ghosts under the ceaseless to-ing and fro-ing of its green-blue waves. The ghost of…
