4 poems by Anjum Wasim Dar

When the Only Son leaves home for studies abroad. Everlasting Bonds, by Birth I never felt the distance before, Nor sensed the silence in the room, I never missed the familiar footstep Nor the clutching click of the door; Now often I think I hear The soft burr of your bike Rolling, whirring in theContinue reading “4 poems by Anjum Wasim Dar

bereft. a poem by Josephine LoRe

bereft in that photograph you are standing on nonno’s knees pyjamaed feet his hands encircling you steadying you the first boy in the family after three daughters three granddaughters the first boy he was sixty-two the photo tucked into the frame of the tapestry which fills his study wall you flew back with your belovedContinue reading “bereft. a poem by Josephine LoRe”

2 poems by Eva Tihanyi

DESPITE EVERYTHING For Gloria Steinem Despite everything we keep going backward, believe always that we’re further ahead than we are. We forget that if the sun hits it just right, even the robin casts a shadow. The story exceeds us, embitters and enslaves, ennobles and enables, and the darkness knows no borders. Hope is aContinue reading “2 poems by Eva Tihanyi”

Under my blouse. a poem by Irma Kurti

Under my blouse The child I’m holding in my arms is not mine and will never be. Her head leans against my chest; her stare is fixed; she’s falling asleep. Her hand touches my hair; her little fingers mingle with mine. Minutes ago, we laughed together; under the rhythm of rain, we danced. In anContinue reading “Under my blouse. a poem by Irma Kurti”

I Rise. a poem by Geraldine Sinyuy

I Rise I rise above every sickness, I dwell in the realm of good health. I rise above every stagnation, I dwell in the realm of progress. I rise above every hatred, I dwell in the realm of love. I rise above every anger, I dwell in the realm of happiness. I rise above mediocrity,Continue reading “I Rise. a poem by Geraldine Sinyuy”

3 poems by Adela Sinclair

Leave of Absence Born with the weight of a younger brother on his head, dad traversed an ocean after his brother. Piccolo sus piccolo jos -the map is made for us. Bear witness to the geographic degradations, the erosions in valleys and the quieting of rivers, deltas and estuaries. All or some traces of immigrantContinue reading “3 poems by Adela Sinclair”