All Entries in the "E-zine" Category

Creative Non-Fiction: Wake From – Mia Tijam (Philippines)

Wake from
I’m awake
It’s 3:05 am
It’s still night
…………..My eyes are open:
…………..I saw that I was somewhere— carnival or circus—somewhere high with a roller-coaster and flapping flags in the blue and white sky. There were people laughing and talking about where to go, what to ride, where to play billiards, where to eat and drink after.
…………………..He was [...]

2 Poems – Rahul Rajesh (trans from Hindi, India)

Grain : one
A pair of oxen yoked to the plough
A farmer holding their tails
Revolving round the face of the earth
Lost in an intense prayer
The furrows the ploughshare is making
In the soil
The utterances of his prayer
Which would ripen into
Grain.
.
Grain : two
Grains…
Came to the khalihaan
From the fields
The jute-sacks swallowed
The entire granary
The sacks reached the traders’ market
Here, [...]

2 Poems – Michele Koh (Singapore)

I Have a Jabberwock
I have a jabberwocky
keeps me up all night
In the morning
it is tweedle dee
or tweedle dum
Dee for a good day
Dum for a bad
Sometimes it does a Cheshire cat
and my head flies away from my body
and I don’t know if I’m here or there
Then there’s holier than thou mad hatter
who whips my nerves about [...]

2 Poems – Anamika (Trans. from Hindi, India)

“To Be Or Not”
My marriage bed is above the noose.
Mirabai
This much English I learned to understand
the meaning of this line
but wish I could’ve learned Englishness well enough
to tie a knot in a noose, a tie,
my shoelaces too.
I can’t even tie ribbons on right
again and again on my way to school they came undone
the [...]

Poem – Akehiro Shirai (Japan)

The border at the back
The north and the east
adjacent to here

3 Poems – Tade Ipadeola (Nigeria)

Your poem nails home horseshoes
wears hat, mounts steed
does not look back.

Poem – Mike Ladd (Australia)

White medusa
above our reef,
we watch its life-cycle
a fathom down.

2 Poems – Bishnu N. Mohapatra (Trans. from Oriya, India)

Mornings are all different.
Autumnal, tranquil, cloudy,
tigerish, brave.

Poem – Felix Cheong (Singapore)

(for Anne, my e-pal)

Not your face, not your voice,
nor the radius of your gaze.

12 Poems – Jan Erik Vold (Norway)

A Bottle-Born Letter For Robben Island
(For Nelson Mandela)
I TAKE A FELT PEN
and draw
an
Indian
on the canvas
of the sky. That is my
monument. That is the help
we’re looking
for. I put the sketch in an
envelope
and send it
to Robben Island.
EVEN IF I’VE FORGOTTEN
the zip
code. Even
if I’ve forgotten the bank
account. Even if I’ve forgotten
the social service
number, the
passport number, the bicycle
number. I [...]