The Lighthouse by Michael Shann
The Lighthouse Markhouse Road So far from the wine-dark sea, a displaced monument to faith and absurdity at the turn…
This Dark Art by Neil Burns
This Dark Art If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which…
Difficult Cup by Isabel Galleymore
after Wu Hao’s Duke Cups The china cup is frilled at the rim like tired lace and all over it…
Lifesaving by Wes Lee
Lifesaving They don’t do it anymore, breathe into the mouth to save. We had learnt it reluctantly, lined up beside…
Refugees by Manash Bhattacharjee
Refugees I know a thing or two about refugees – As a child I heard father say, “We were sleeping…
Replete by Maggie Butt
Replete Enough of beauty – I have devoured small boats curtseying at anchor, green palace-dotted hills swarming the spice-scented shore…
Exile by Manash Bhattacharjee
Exile “I rested my mouth on your memory” ~ Yannis Ritsos, from Diaries of Exile [In the event of Greece…
Evening Light
Evening Light Brave bat in a bowler hat Blood shot eyes question What time does this light Depart? The light…
Giggles by Evdokia Charalampous
With her eyes closed she has been staring at the lamps on the ceiling for days. By now they must…
Five Bullets for Sabeen Mahmud by Manash Bhattacharjee
“Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?” ~ Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze Sabeen had a list of crimes…
The Cult of Isaac by M. G. Stephens
THE CULT OF ISAAC We all know about Abraham, the great religions emanating from his skull, but what about Isaac,…
For Calcutta by Manash Bhattacharjee
As I leave for Calcutta I think the city Always that other city Its river Ganga Always my other river…
At the Nursing Home by Leland James
—inside an old man vacant by the window Hold me occasionally for the light is fading and I can no…
Different Faces by Manash Bhattacharjee
“I wonder sometimes where people store all their different faces.” ~ Trina Nileena Banerjee The face he wears every morning…
Two Hundred Twenty a Kilo by Nabarun Bhattacharya, translated by Manash Bhattacharjee
(Homage to Karl Marx) Nabarun Bhattacharya (23 June 1948 – 31 July 2014) On the floor of a slaughterhouse A…
Stripping Gaza by Manash Bhattacharjee
For Najwan Darwish A lucky three-year-old Is Saher* Abu Namous If Gaza didn’t explode The world would have Known nothing…
The Grandfather by Manash Bhattacharjee
To Steven O’ Brien Grandfather Heaney dug deep Into his country’s soil Another man unlike him left home To burrow…
Khuda by Manash Bhattacharjee
Many times I passed by your house On my way to see my grandmother I paused before the large iron…
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…
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