At Aya Sofia by Edward Lucie-Smith
[January 2002] Today it’s snowing, snowing In Istanbul, Stamboul, Constantinople, New Rome, Byzantium. The city has mislaid its Jews And…
Last Heron by Stella Davis
Last Heron As the last heron goes, rooks fall from the sky like old black rags to carpet the new-laid…
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…
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…
Snowbound by Michael O’Neill
Snowbound Carriages lit and still between the drifts … With each flake it took on a new form, the city…
October by Lydia Towsey
October Pizza bruschetta gold dress Rioja Autumn is here and Winter forgotten Walking through town arm in arm with a…
Poetry | The Veil by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee The Veil She walks past the wave Of curious glances An apparition eluding Light and desire…
Poetry | SYRIA by Ghayth Armanazi
Ghayth Armanazi SYRIA . SUFFER THE COUNTRY Suffer the curled up corpses of the tortured Suffer the cluttered ranks…
Poetry | Poet in Delhi by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee Poet in Delhi ‘Can you rinse away this city that lasts like blood on the bitten tongue?’…
Poetry | The General by Steven O’Brien
Steven O’Brien The General Somewhat after Ray Bradbury . As the muezzin’s dusk call Sews the day to a new…
Poetry | Cairo by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee Cairo . You burst into a million seeds, poured over the hot stove of rancour, Cairo. When…
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