The Teacher by Manash Bhattacharjee
To Upal Deb
He wasn’t a blackboard
Framing flightless birds
Not a classroom figure
Offering the curriculum
To rows of bored faces
He sat on his bed facing
The window Van...
Madonna and Child by Hugh Dunkerley
Don’t believe the lies:
Joseph was a randy little sod.
That’s why we had to leave,
go back to Bethlehem
where he told his family
I was pregnant with...
Snowbound by Michael O’Neill
Snowbound
Carriages lit and still between the drifts ...
With each flake it took on a new form,
the city they seemed exiled from ---
almost a sad,...
October by Lydia Towsey
October
Pizza bruschetta gold dress Rioja
Autumn is here and Winter forgotten
Walking through town arm in arm with a lover
Moon in the sky and leaves good...
Five Years Ago by Manash Bhattacharjee
To Fady Joudah
I was waiting at the platform
For a train to Calcutta
In...
The Daylight Comes With Me by John Darwin
Leave the world alone and close the door,
seal this room from everything outside,
nothing else exists but these four walls;
we have eight hours and five...
The Veil by Manash Bhattacharjee
She walks past the wave
Of curious glances
An apparition eluding
Light and desire
Everything she hides from
Trembles in her body
She remembers the lures
In every street
But no street...
SYRIA by Ghayth Armanazi
SUFFER THE COUNTRY
Suffer the curled up corpses of the tortured
Suffer the cluttered ranks of the bound and the beaten
Suffer the pleading eyes of those...
Poet in Delhi by Manash Bhattacharjee
Can you rinse away this city that lasts
like blood on the bitten tongue?
~ Agha Shahid Ali
Delhi,
where parrots lift
the weight of tombs,
poets offer daggers
to deepen...