GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT Left in the grey air as unfulfilled desires smoke of cremation * Hankering for dawn but it won’t rise for them corona victims * The blackbirds wonder why the streets are so empty sorrowful their songs * A…
GEORGE GÖMÖRI In the whole of New York what I liked best was the tree: that tree with its dense foliage spreading its arms up there on the roof, green and abandoned as the everyday miracle that is the created…
YUAN CHANGMING Raging against the Crow in the Park Disguised as a pigeon, you’ve just had Enough food From my palm (& heart); then, you flap high up Beginning to circle above me, ready To flee away only after Shitting…
ANNA STELLA SCERBO Emily Dickinson lived on poetry, poetry was her Pole star, her only reason to live. In mid 19th century Massachusetts, education had hard puritan rules. Emily suffered from that situation but claimed and got freedom without striking…
GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK Letter to India (On the imprisonment of Telugu-language poet Varavara Rao) India! Does the goddess Saraswati smile When you imprison your poets When, Covid-stricken, they hallucinate Sitting in a puddle of urine? India! Is Saraswati pleased? Varavara Rao,…
BILL LEWIS Syzygy The book opens. The mind opens. They recognise Each other as Brother and sister. The mind reads The book as the Book searches The mind for their Lost sibling: The heart. Abraxas The curtain is torn The…
ROGAN WOLF A Visit to the Gallery of Gifts The poems reproduced here have been selected from a collection I first put together several years ago. I needed to respond in words to the deaths of three people I loved.…
