Category: Hand Picked
Marchons! (for Rani) by John Drew
The first of Spring – and everything Says Yes. Along the edge Of the field, blossoms in the hedge,...
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Medication by Dominik Slusarczyk
I check my watch again. 7:50. He’s already five minutes late. I take a step...
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You smile at empty skies by Alisha Shamsi
The sun has already set, and darkness is engulfing its poor somber path then...
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Framed by Dominik Slusarczyk
My tyres flick up gravel which taps against the underside of my car. I shove the...
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The Key by Gary Duehr
In the middle of the night, I heard a long screech outside like a fingernail digging into a...
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Man-Handling by Raza Ijaz
I come from a family where the men die early, which is to say I was raised by women. My childhood...
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YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PERFORMER, NEVER JUST A PERSON by Fatima Aamer Bilal
My disappearing darling, you sail with an anchorless boat, bolting from the dockyard as soon as...
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Mahpeykar by Sheikha A.
He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....
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Lost in Translation by John Drew
Would you agree, Afshan, that all poetry is an act of “translation” – that Latinate variant...
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A WALK WITH YOU THROUGH THE PARK AT NIGHT by John Grey
You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you in its sights. You move...
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To my unkept sanity by Furqan Ali
I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
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An Eyes called Green by Arjun Razdan
The mouth is hers, thin to the left. The lips are shiny and bulbous. A small sheen shines over the...
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