LIKE WIND – By Ed Hack
LIKE WINDBy Ed Hack
Weather In America
The lightning didn't stop. An hour or moreit lit the reddish sky at 3amas rain slashed down in waves, terrific pourthat drenched the screens, as if it couldn't end,and...
TIMES – By Anwer Ghani
LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the sunset. It...
LOVE IN A WAR TIME – By Jeton Kelmendi
LOVE IN A WAR TIMEBy Jeton Kelmendi
Love in a War Time
Sometime I want them to happenThese thingsDifferentlyFor example, a heavy fog fell in me,Until the border is easilyPassed,To pass there first of allWhere a...
THANKSGIVING – By Obi Nwakanma
THANKSGIVINGBy Obi Nwakanma
Thanksgiving
It is the seventh month, and theUvene fruits are ripe again -The wild berries, plump with juice;The breadfruit, and the gourds are full, heavyLike the pregnant women of this landAbout to give,...
LULLABY ON WEST 133rd – By Laurel Kaye
LULLABY ON WEST 133rdBy Laurel Kaye
Lullaby on West 133rd
The plane collides and you arriveto murmurs of hyphenated welcomein the halls of terminal 4There was no room for you in Edenso you found a place...
PALAVRAS – By Pierre Sotér
PALAVRASBy Pierre Sotér
Palavrasto the memory of António Aleixo
P’ras palavras serem fundas,e da vida também parte,não precisam ser fecundas,nem sequer de muita arte.Há palavras vagabundas,e outras que são estandarte,há palavras tão rotundas,de paixão, amor que...
SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHT
SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHTBy Carol Frith
Lepidopteron
A mourning cloak butterfly flashing winter maroonemerges from the creek willows,
its dark wings the lost cause of some velvet sadness:bitters in the willow bark.
A long migration...
CONTUSIONS – By Gary Beck
CONTUSIONSBy Gary Beck
Hidden Treasure
We move through city streetsintent on arrivalat destinations,immune to the beautyaround us;elegant willow,sweet Finch song,the fall of lighton an old building,the paths of pleasurethat reduce the angstof the city dweller,focus narrowingon...
TO MY MOTHER’S FRIEND – By Leilani Ahia
TO MY MOTHER'S FRIENDBy Leilani Ahia
To My Mother's Friend
Let me tell you of the walkyou missed this eveningbecause you did not care for wetand coldand the land's natural state.I ventured intoSomethingthat was not salty...
FATHER AND SON – By Richard Pacheco
FATHER AND SONBy Richard Pacheco Father and SonMy father waited for meit took 21 years of tryingthree doctors proclaimedmy mother would never have childrenthen she arrived at menopauseand oops at last I was thereand the...