War poems by Harris Khalique The magician and the boy from Waziristan It was a stony winter morning covered in mist. The half-awake magician answered the hurried knock at the front door. The boy, covered in dust and smell, carried…
GUIA RISARI Berlin again My German-speaking friends – the true ones – and especially the others My not so German-speaking friends spread and scattered in the world Crazy sparkles Dust and rubbish around How are you feeling now? How are…
SILVIA PIO (edited by) New seeds from the old but still-living oak branches: big things from the small. Tohu va Bohu*: A flickering of His thought— spark out of the dark. Fading from the walls, the chalk-scrawled letters: “I have…
MICHAEL MCCLINTOCK from http://michaelmcclintock.homestead.com/index.html Tanka (短歌 “short poem”) is a genre of classical Japanese poetry and one of the major genres of Japanese literature.
JOHN IRVING CLARKE Let us go back to Piazza One day let us go back to Piazza where sun peers through mist and its brazen ascent is tolled by bells. One day let us go back to Piazza where racing…
Satish Gupta’s poems and drawings Water hardens into ice – a little warmth and it melts Our love solid as a rock, -but the stones are cold Passion does not drown desire Desire is unsinkable The master said, I haven’t…
Pouring Milk for the Master With a limited palette her master painted her into a corner. A still life of a maid pouring milk captured like a butterfly on show. Pinned by the long days of balancing obligation and duty…
