Category: Hand Picked
The best way to silence demons
Posted by Talia Mirza | Jun 20, 2019 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
A WALK WITH YOU THROUGH THE PARK AT NIGHT by John Grey
by admin | Dec 5, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you in its sights. You move...
Read MoreTo my unkept sanity by Furqan Ali
by admin | Nov 27, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
Read MoreTHE PICTURE-FRAMER (in memory of Haroon Ahmed, 1936-2024) by John Drew
by admin | Nov 24, 2024 | Blog, Hand Picked | 0
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Read MoreAn Eyes called Green by Arjun Razdan
by admin | Nov 8, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
The mouth is hers, thin to the left. The lips are shiny and bulbous. A small sheen shines over the...
Read MoreCuriosity by Peter Mladinic
by admin | Sep 9, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
What did you expect to find? A postcard from Bosnia, a playbill from The Sound of Music, a...
Read MoreTransfiguration by Krystle Eilen
by admin | Sep 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
You are too beautiful to be spared— you must die to yourself. Unveil your glittering...
Read MoreHeaven’s a place on earth with you by Timsal Fatima
by admin | Aug 28, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
I imagine us on a paper boat under the raining sky, Where I can show you the saddest parts of me....
Read MoreEast vs West: A Synoptic Cultural Comparison by Yuan Changming
by admin | Jun 24, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
During the great flood Noah hid himself in the ark While Dayu tried to contain it...
Read MoreIn those days by Patrick T. Reardon
by admin | May 28, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
In those days, the self-afflicted were loud like a rat caught in the dark pipe....
Read Morewhen you asked me what my favorite word was, i said auburn by Ashley Mo
by admin | May 15, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
because auburn was the color of my first dog who sniffed my fingers and licked the...
Read MoreThe barely perceptible movement of eyelashes by Giulio Maffii
by admin | May 5, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
The barely perceptible movement of eyelashes stairs climbed two by two the prime number in your...
Read MoreNever Again, Blue by Ashley Mo
by admin | Apr 29, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
Blue is the way your irises bloomed, Even though they were closer to purple. If I could...
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