poetry
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Letter to My Future Grandchild – Tehmina Khan
After Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner Dear Grandchild, You will not be born for many years. But I want to tell you who you are. You carry stories from five continents in your blood. You have travelled from Afghanistan to India India to New York New York to Oklahoma Oklahoma to California. You have travelled from the Philippines…
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Theyyams – Athena Kashyap
Theyyams A ritual form of worship in Kerala where gods and goddesses enter the earthly realm by possessing the body of a dancer. Temple courtyard, Kerala I. Mirrors Aniyara: the changing room Still as chameleons changing colors, they await their transformation from just one more painter in the city nine months of the year, to…
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Bricks – Jason Szydlik
it takes a lot of bricks to build one one by one and it takes a lot of time and strangely sweat to take back the ones that weren’t needed in the first place Jason Szydlik Jason Szydlik studied poetry at City College. Nikii Davidson This was from one of my favourite days last year.…
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Irony at Unity – Corey Weinstein
What a joy to walk to school, A path well-trod, to and fro, Past the bus and street car stop, Dumping loads of molding minds, For me a bid to keep from molding. Ring of the rails, the breaking buses Ptishshsh, ktoooshah, whiiish. Unity Plaza our common ground from bus to coffee to class, Tabled…
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Albeida – Thomas A. E. Hesketh
A Day Passes Without count Or sound Light’s rays recede Timeless pace Turquoise yields Melds into azure Blue hues deepen Dusk approaches Silent silver specks Creation’s eyes Fireflies or faeries Mute echoes Shadows dissolve Emerge as stars Cycle in turn Renewal One Thomas A. E. Hesketh I was born in Toronto, Canada, on a cusp,…
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billy goat hill – Anna Sergeeva
i was reminded by the totems of time that hold up my mind of two hunks of cold grey stone where we sat stoned watching fresh steel soar cutting the sky without consent bleeding oracles foretold and you said this city is dying dead death eyes fogged with routine unaware of the other side of…
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Storm Drain – Gloria Keeley
I could have gone to work, driven with windows open rain, tiny pins on my face; traffic, slow and easy I would have missed the news: the houses falling into the hole like old tinker toys in a child’s sandbox I could have driven all morning, tree parts sucked into my car’s grill a fallen…
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Healthcare Settings – Maria Chow
Health What does that really mean The physical mental social And not merely the absence of disease And not merely the absence of infirmities But in this environment Where the mentally challenged are seen as weak Where it’s easier to hide our vulnerabilities Because that’s what we were taught To repress our thoughts To live…
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Dragon Love God – Skooter Fein
Dragon Love God Swimming in the lost Seas The last island A ring of stone Volcanic Smoldering O bearded Ginsberg Queer saint Of poetry If the best minds of your Generation were destroyed By madness How about ours How about Endless lattes While looking at That glorious glowing rectangle So smooth & sleek How it…
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We Do It to Remember – E.K. Keith
for Lizzy Hernandez Get an old camera see the world like it’s 1971 It’s fun Sexual revolution in full swing Gas is cheap Movies cheaper Led Zeppelin on the radio Nixon in the White House sending guys to Vietnam Bone spurs will keep you out of one but not the other which one Everybody’s on…
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