Lullaby | Ananya S. Guha

Up to his neck and elbows in notebooks, scrap pieces of paper, scrawled upon serviettes and even old cardboard pub beermats. There are battlements of stacked books surrounding his oasis work desk which houses a third eye telescope he uses to survey his life backwards and in randomly selected bits and pieces. Piles of envelopes,…

She takes my hand and I think how lovely she would be if I were not old and furry. She probably sees me as a wily old curmudgeon (who else but an old man would use words like these?) though I see her as delicate lace and watch her wisp away. Wisp away. The post…

“Lufthansa” is one of Tranter’s best and most anthologised poems. The poem is mimetic of one of its early lines: it seems “struck by an acute feeling of precision” which leaves little room for interpretation or “meaning” that extends beyond the surface of its language. Michael Brennan has astutely drawn comparisons between the poem’s “unity,…

Layaway After offices are flushed, we workers go home or to a nearby bar, museum, or movie house that fills the blanks left decades ago, last year, or yesterday. A wind kicks up again, displacing our own weight, edging purple between red and gold on a small pad. She draws a man who looks down…

The not so stranger knows my name, making me pretty promises each day, my muse with no name. I could speak to him but it may threaten to break this chain. The post Not So Stranger | Camille Clark appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

They predicted the end of our civilisation giving the date for an ancient prophecy Nibiru would collide with earth foretold but this did not happen society goes on they were not deterred they got it wrong so another date was rapidly to us given no doubt that moment may well arrive as it gets harder…