THE FROGS OF SUN YAT SEN UNIVERSITY by Miodrag Kojadinovic
Among the Lotophagoi
I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and the custardy miracle of durian.
The young...
BASIL by Gigi Guizado
Heart-shaped Vase
If my fragile heart should break,fill my ventricles with flowers;like bud vases for roses and peonies.That would please me.
If my swollen heart should burst,adorn my head with a crown of blossoms;my love forgotten,...
CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar
Cardinal Sins
One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind,
Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers, not yours.
One sweeping finger can shiftA paradigm, alter a filterThe...
OF SCRIBBLING by Korkut Onaran
THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE
The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then it setsand the sunset starts happening:colorful...
TAKE TEN by LG Pomerleau
How We See
“No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015
The spider in your eye isbloodthe doctor says. A viscous(“vicious?”)membrane afloat in...
NARCISSISM by W. Colin McKay
BeerHey, Bartender! Over here!I need another beer.I’m trying to write a poemin this crummy barbefore stumbling to my carand heading to a homewhere I’m forced to disappear.Can’t write without a beer.
Narcissism
He found himself while...
SEÑORITA BANTE! by Roseangelina Baptista
Bante!
Assim te chamei.
Entretanto, duvideique pudesses me ensinara arte de abraçar as coisascomo elas vêm para nós.
Como o invernodesiste de sina estação das flores,eu desisti de tinaquele diade Martin Luther King.
Para vir a entendernessa primavera,que...
COMING AND GOING by Roger D Anderson
The other
is curiously appealingbut I have no intention of keeping itnewness fadesand I am not always a foolbut enticement does temptenough for an occasionalwhateverbut nothing morea rock is more precious thana beautiful blossomseparated from...
HOME GROUND by Dale Cottingham
A Little History
Watching the river in flood,each exhale huffing over the one before,its red, swollen reality waking imagination.
Dismembered tree limbs,water logged, sodden, submerging,re-emerging for encores of helplessness,
tumbling in the roiling flow.A tire, worn and...
ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev
Only Stars
When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...