A rose and waste picker

By Sunil Sharma   A rose blooms on a dump in Delhi It sways in the morning wind the way drunk girls sway and swear on the predatory Indian streets and restricted cultural zones to express happiness and freedom from stifling familial and patriarchal constraints In Mumbai and other metros on long Saturday nights. The morning light plays on the petals and … Continue reading A rose and waste picker

Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog

By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked.   The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun.   November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog