House of Surrender

By James Diaz she asked why I had been walking in circles I'm not, I said, these are small prayers my feet make muscle swarming and I listen so very hard to the crack / it never makes sense the artifacts of breakage / they said I should be feeling better but I feel worse …

Five Stages of Death

By Ahmad Al-khatat O world, take the cup from me I already feel the damages of The last sips down my throat Exploring the five stages of Death Denial Isolation Anger Anxiety and depression Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all …

Poems by James Diaz

Strange Bliss The holy broken turns its face in the half-light again - what's your name again who gave this to you, so much pain I see it there writ on the lines of your face how long's it been since you last stepped outside the shadow of all the stuff that doesn't belong to …

The master of beginnings

By Rajnish Mishra   I’m the master of beginnings; neither middle, nor end, of steps that hang, neither rise nor fall, of sounds that are, reach ears mean nothing. Try not to call me, or meet me (never). Mail me. Mails are good, convenient too. There’s no guarantee that I’ll mail you back. I respond …

Deliverance

By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. How can I ever return …

Then I Left

By Rajnish Mishra, I come home after years and carry bribes along: bribes for minds to remember, to remind me the forgotten me. I carry chocolates for all.   Death is of two kinds: permanent or temporary removal from a world. In my world of past I’m dead. I’m dead, nearly, for many.   I’m dead …