The Sleeping Woman | Sunil Sharma
The Mumbai heat hits like a Tyson punch. Sweat streaming down the densely-packed bodies of the Middle-class commuters in the…
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The Mumbai heat hits like a Tyson punch. Sweat streaming down the densely-packed bodies of the Middle-class commuters in the…
A beautifully produced little book of collaborations (or what the authors call “twoness” poems) has just been published. Called We…
Happy birthday to the sensational Jane Russell, who was born on June 21, 1921 and passed away in 2011. She caused…
no more about the liar-in-chief the idea is so averse to new verses no more bestowing of cleverness no gold…
The poetry smells of nicotine That leads dizzying and reeling brains To the pathways of Contemplated lunacy, Riding the sea…
I was 11 or 12 and my quality time with my father was Sunday afternoons at the Pittsburgh Symphony with…
Sweet William I have avoided your wide English eyes: But now I am whirled in their vortex. My blood becomes…
Nothing ever dies It only changes Into something else Like old songs That blow gently Into new ears To find…
The shadow seems tangible Showing the way, Taking up a glowworm’s Napoleonic duty In the face of crisis Dragging the…
Jill Allyn Rosser presents a poem by Tony Hoagland Today’s offering is perhaps not the usual Hallmark take on Father’s…