wanted to make myself a cup of soup but found that I don’t have a cup wanted to have a cold lemonade from the fridge but couldn’t find the opener dancing in the early morning I wanted to toss my hair but forgot I don’t have any walking naked in the heat all over the…
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“A Side Shadow Afternoon by a Straight Loft” by Đặng Thân
The sun is already dark spring has gone Longing for memories on the hill of the old-hometown soul The wind pushes the butterflies up without ambiguity The mass of people crowd together in silence The ghost smiles lonely on the moonlit path The tea pot has been repeatedly filled up then runs out Who’s drinking…
“Memories of the Future” by Michael Mirolla
The bells still chime at noon (electric now) tintinnabulating over that house on 14th Avenue. The hypnotic call for black-kerchiefed worshippers who shuffle rosary beads in hand susurrating towards the churchyard where “unauthorized vehicles will be towed at owner’s expense” awaits. A blessing? Or a …? What will we dig up spinning forward the wheel?…
“Untitled” by Soňa Pokorná, translated by Filip Noubel
Danger of broken glasses looming So we canceled cheek kissing And started hugging — Crossing an infinity of hugs your hand’s touch in the kitchen Líbání na tváře jsme zrušili hrozilo rozbití brýlí Začali jsme se tedy objímat — A přes všechna ta obejmutí dotek tvé ruky v kuchyni Soňa Pokorná is a Czech photographer…
“Diary of an Addict” by Megha Sood
The immeasurable joy cupped in the soft centers of my puny palm and a gentle rush that reached soft corners of your mouth making an arc so irresistible that it broke all the barriers of touch and passion. A passion that simmers under the folds of my skin like the frothy moonlight. The silent glimmer…
“The Moments of Being Together” by Cheah Chee Hong
Artist Statement In my works, objects become me, narrating the states of daily life for me. The accumulation of objects and their placement retains a sense of trust in space. The broken brushstrokes depict traces and imprints of living together at home. The strong pink and bright yellow colors intensify the sense of protection and…
3 Poems by Uchechukwu Onyedikam & Christina Chin
a tree houserevered with offeringsthe Iroko-manburning incenseadverts the spirits *** first rainof the season pied cuckoo waitsfor her arrival *** heritage City indigenous inscriptionson our facesthe tattoo on her chin Christina Chin is a painter and haiku poet from Malaysia. She is a four-time recipient of top 100 in the mDAC Summit Contests, exhibited at the Palo Alto Art Center,…
“Green is my Bed” by Thomas W. Case
I explored thedepths of hell, andfound it wanting,wandering the streets,looking for a utopia.Not all that shines isthe sun.Pictures can bedoctored, and when thelayers are peeled awaythe purple horizon isn’troyal.It’s a ghastly negative,with black and whiteimages that lacklove and depth. All the potions are placebos.It’s temporary and tiring.When I grew up,I stopped playing withtoys, they break…
“What Should I Do With My Regret?” by Megha Sood
that keeps coming back to me like a stray dog looking for love, and empathy when I have none What should I do with my grey regret? Fuelled with hate and remorse; like a leftover dough on a marbled kitchen top rising unbidden out of hate: taking up all the space in my being. What…
“Lazarus” by Brian Kirk
Imagine the stench it must have made,a cadaver rising from the tomb.A boy from the West Bank, four days dead,arose as if from sleeping in his bed,discarding his frayed Halloween costume.Imagine the stench he must have made,offending the senses of the startled crowd,he who had graced Hell’s anteroom.This boy from the West Bank, four days…
Four Poems by Frank Dullaghan
How it Happens Spring 2021 – For Louise and Ellis She was with him when they gassed him, when his grip on her finger fell away. Then she kissed him and was sent out to wait. Three-months old, post-op, he will not remember. But his Mama will. This is how it happens, how mothers grow…
“Land Blown Over By Seabreeze” by Wu Hong-De
In the obscure landscape of memory, reality and illusion overlap, and I try to extract a certain image from it and restore it. To me, landscape painting is a fragment that connects one’s own perception with the environment. Different from on-site sketching, after experiencing the moment, the remaining emotions and memories are stored in the…
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