To Yu Jian By Ron Padgett Though we speak different languages We seem to understand each other. All it takes is a long look in the eye, a...

Rafik Romdhani is an impressive writer from Tunisia. Wading through his book The Crash of Verses, one could be astonished by the vast...

Anaphora is a literary device in which a word or group of words is repeated at the beginning of two or more successive clauses or...

Organism Poetry is not mere snapshots.

Experimental Poetic constraint is not a novel thing when we look back. Rhymes, meter, foot, and stanza have been part of poetry. It...

the sparrow steps Did you ever think about that afternoon in Kamikochi, dry twigs snapping underfoot? I held out the skeleton of a cherry...

My verse written in deviated experimental Haibun form is included in the May issue of The World of Myth Magazine, Canada. I am included...

Mulberries Mulberries are dangling nipples from heaven, great glittering diamonds. They redden to sunlight and darken to the night. I see...

An atlantic ocean leaped off-- A crack in the ledge Twenty seven circled cage Table bay harbours lobster Bake the black monster (among...

Soren Kierkegaard was a Danish Philosopher of the early 19th century. He emphasizes the contradictory and comical nature of life. In a...

This week’s Poem of the Week is chosen "The Train Driver" written by Irish Poet Maurice Devitt. Here we see the third- person narrative...

I am grateful to Editor Strider Marcus Jones for giving space for my three poems in his beautiful journal. Lothlorien journal is...

Writing the Negative Way Gregory Betts There are different models for transforming our way of seeing. One of these ways is via negativa,...

I am so happy that in March my poem “Tathagata's Lunchbox” was published in the Indian Periodical Journal. This poem is written in free...

There are so many biographies around Anton Chekhov, claiming authorized versions. One of them which is regarded as most researchful is a...

In Praise of Solitude Sometime this morning I lifted myself off the sagging bed in a chilled apartment above a bar in Saginaw. I can...

Gurpreet K. Khalsa The Samosa Man The samosa man steps to the platform’s edge and we exchange, my rupees for a hot pastry through bars of...

Butterfly Laughter By Katherine Mansfield In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we...

Ephemeral Stream By: Elizabeth Willis This is the way water thinks about the desert. The way the thought of water gives you something to...

February – not everywhere Such days, when trees run downwind, their arms stretched before them Such days, when the sun’s in a drawer and...