Messages in a bottle are passages, quoted from writers who lived in the past, conveying a message that can still be appreciated in the present. PAX All that matters is to be at one with You, the living God; to…
NABINA DAS In a recent activity conducted with primary school students, the words “freedom” and “independence” elicited some hilarious responses. A teacher friend wrote in to say that unsuspecting five and six-year-olds said the words signified a fruit and a game, respectively. The…
MICHAEL MCCLINTOCK from http://michaelmcclintock.homestead.com/index.html Tanka (短歌 “short poem”) is a genre of classical Japanese poetry and one of the major genres of Japanese literature.
WRITE FOR ME Write for me a love poem when the moon calls her maids to stud with shining pearls the dark dome Write for me a love poem when the winds gently move the tops of the trees playing…
GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK — 5-line poems of love, desire and emptiness — Ekphrastic tanka by Gabriel Rosenstock in Irish & English to artwork by Frederic Bazille. Japanese version by Mariko Sumikura. «Ekphrasis is the art of describing works of art, the…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) COME BACK Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— when the body’s memory awakens and an old longing again moves into the blood, when…
WE WERE NOT BORN FOR DAYS LIKE THESE In one’s life, days like these should never happen again Such a thing Such a thought Such a day should never happen again, for that purpose I will throw all what I…
WRITE FOR ME Write for me a love poem when the moon her maids calls to stud with shining pearls the dark dome Write for me a love poem when the winds gently move the treetops playing romantic serenades Write…
GREECE, A MOPED Greece travels at forty MPH like a moped along the coastal road. The highest possible speed coincides with the potential of an enamoured look. To record, to relish, to recall the light’s slightest deviations, the sea’s rolling,…
bíonn tú do do lámhach féin de shíor – lámhach mise: cearc fraoigh ag scréachaíl you are constantly shooting yourself – shoot me: a moorhen shrieks 猊下（あなた）はいつも こめかみに銃口―わたしを撃ってと 水鳥の悲鳴 * cuir piléar tríd an gceann seo an croí, an t-anam:…
Two poems from women’s world Silence Does my silence Fill the gaps Where your fingers poked holes Into your beautiful being? Does it alleviate your pain your sorrow your guilt? Then I will be silent. Does my silence Ooze out…
JOHN I. CLARKE “We’ll stay at home and take it easy. We’ll avoid the half-term crowds. Unwind a bit. You can put your feet up and relax.” It had been agreed then – no week in the Lakes after all.…
IMAGINE, by John Lennon (1971) Imagine there’s no countries, It isn’t hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace… You may say I’m a dreamer But I’m…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) AS YET UNBORN Oh to be Adam again with all his ribs yearning for a woman as yet unborn, mouth free of the taste of apples, ears without the hiss of snakes, mindless of nakedness and…
Enclosed Fields Over beyond the cliff I can see enclosed fields head over heels. Were it not for the sheep ensconced there, pressing down like paper weights, they would be as leaves swept away into nothingness When my name you…
