Tent by Bishnu Pokharel
Me a blue tent Standing and sheltering Tragic souls from the chilling dew Standing for to irrigate
September 2015
The Ilyasi Mosque, Nawanshehr by AK (Ayesha K Sadozai)
I went up the twisted stairs To reach the bright ledges of the minaret, Looking around for miles At...
Melody of Love by Yashodhara Embogama
Dusk in July, Cloudy from dawn, to noon to night There outside my windows Darkness all over I see Brick walled...
The Betrayal of the Poet by Quamrul Hassan
I do not mind when others do it I mean i do mind But i prefer to turn a...
“I like to speak plainly without putting a barrier between me and the reader.” – Lydia Davis
It was the end of 2013; I had read an article about Lydia Davis, who won the Man Booker...
A Heightened State of Consciousness by James Lawless
Our thoughts are often clouded and gnarled by our environment; our concentration and feelings can be affected by whether...
Afghans and Poetry By Reza Mohammadi
When the Taliban’s poetry book was published in the UK this month, many found it very strange indeed, but...
Replicants and Racism: The Struggle for Equality in an Unequal Society by M Stuart Persson
“It’s too bad she won’t live. But then again, who does?” The words echo across Rick Deckard’s mind as...
Leper in Rishikesh by Vivian McInerny
Curry spices, patchouli and fresh cut marigold blossoms thicken the air. My gut twists. I close my eyes. Stomach...
The Ewe – Excerpt from Redemption by Ian Prattis
Callum Mor walked directly to the edge of the fell. He did not look for the child but for...