Plaything. a poem by Susmit Panda

Plaything Zip it! Don’t tell me that the world’s a hard place, man. I am the youngest of the Matryoshka clan. Don’t let no demon child dismantle, one by one The mother, daughter and the baby son. She sees, on my behalf, the dark, dark sky; She sees, on my behalf, how human beings cry.Continue reading “Plaything. a poem by Susmit Panda”

WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022

©®| All rights to the content of this journal remain with WordCity Literary Journal and its contributing artists. Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Every so often, we leave our theme open to whatever may be on the minds and hearts (and also in the files) of writers and poets aroundContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022”