Sheikh Musa Drammeh pens tribute to mourn late New York businesswoman Urmilla Busgith
It's been over a year since Urmilla Busgith, a Bronx-based realtor and business woman, passed away in April 2023 at...
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Interview with rising NYC star artist Christine Stoddard
Where did you find your foothold into the arts community? Why is it important for artists to persist in spite...
‘Do You See Me?’ Art Exhibition Shines Light on Stories of Hope and Resilience from Yemen to New York
The groundbreaking art exhibition, 'Do You See Me?', debuted at the Brooklyn Children's Museum in New York City, showcasing the...
Three Short Films based on Tanvir Ratul’s stories screened at the Bangladesh Film Centre
Three one-minute films, "No Filter," "Filter," and "Alter," have screened in the auditorium of the Short Film Forum at Dhaka's...
DAYLIGHT AFRICA: CONNECTING THE DIASPORA WITH ITS AFRICAN ROOTS
By Mamadou Niang A unique mobile software program stands out in the crowded world of travel, tourism, and digital leisure...
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Kenyan Cabinet Secretary apologises over islamophobic attack on Muslim female Journalist described as ‘Al-Shabaab’
Kenyan Education Cabinet Secretary (CS) Prof. George Magoha has lowered his gaze in front of a section of Muslim leaders...
Ripe Leaves by Howard Stein
“Ripeness is all.” King Lear. William Shakespeare. Tough lives, tougher hides,Texture of perseverance –Scrub oak leaves,Mature by late spring,Await a...
Essence of Lost Breath by Priyanka Banerjee
Lost breath, one tale of nostalgic love. She Speaks up truth defying the Dullness of the prison house of untruth....
Sonnet Mondal’s “An Afternoon in My Mind”: a delightful afternoon read: Book review by Poorna Singh
Publisher: Copper Coin In "An Afternoon in My Mind," Sonnet Mondal invites readers to curl up on the couch and...
O My Brothers, O My Neighbours by Sushant Kumar B.K.
I hate weapons I hate bombs And so do you, I hope. O my brothers , O my neighbours Only...
A Plea for Peace by S. A. Yitta
Of all men can count of bliss, peace is peak without superior. Of all men could live without, air devoid...
Differently- About Spirituality and Poetry by Rozalia Aleksandrova
The Poet lives in the moment of creation. It's more than a smile and a hug. He opens the heavenly...
Waves by Aziza Dahdouh
When i asked the waves Since when have you started visiting the shore The tide whispered Count... Count the grains of...
Sea of Trees by Gregory Richard Barden
jade canopy waving while it whispers the lush secret, compelled delicious word of myriad words casting shadowed merriment at a...
You Are Not Alone, Act One, Spring by Jill Sharon Kimmelman
In a large house with hidden closets aplenty where my precious children once played you could enjoy hide and peek...
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She’s a Woman, a Woman is She by Moitreyee Raju
Her curvaceous physiognomy a subtle coalescence of eternally seasoned thoughts. Being anatomically vivacious from time immemorial... she evokes the strength ...
Beautiful Things are never Perfect by Mannit Mann
Beauty is not bound in the clutches of perfection. Let it flow seamlessly like a river. Let it radiate its...
The Mirror by Eva Stamatopoulou
A mirror which is cracking. It is cracking slowly, quietly, lonely into loneliness The crack begins at one edge, but...
Thieves of Time by Abdumominov Abdulloh
My name is Doniyor. My neighbor Abdullah and I have become close friends. One day we couldn't find any way...
Quietly Subversive Verses: a micro-review of Tom C. Hunley’s What Feels Like Love: New and Selected Poems by Dustin Pickering
Tom C. Hunley’s What Feels Like Love: New and Selected Poems employs irony in the same manner as Bob Hicok....
Never dull under my skull: an interview with Koos Verkaik
interviewer: Dustin Pickering Good day, Koos! I am grateful for the opportunity to speak to you about your literary work....
Lockdown Litanies by Sultana Raza
Have we collectively lost our luck? Will unemployment rise, small businesses close? Corona has taught some to dance on their...
The Seed by Tareq Samin
“They Tried to Bury Us, They Didn’t Know We Were Seeds” - Mexican Proverb. Hello seed, how long do you...
A Shattered Dream by Harinder Cheema
I grew with a dream in my eyes Of a green Earth and clear blue skies Where I would roam...
An anecdote of mother bat by Rupsingh Bhandari
One day, I was strolling around the old palace in the busy city. Which is surrounded by tall trees like...
Please Don’t Shade Your Love by Richard O. Ogunmodede
You picked me up from the choky garden, Amidst thousands of beautiful and scintillating flowers, Not minding my thorns and...
Boorish Bonhomie! by #madmusings
Bind them, keep them chained! Squash their thinking, lock their brains! Least you supply them knowledge any They would then...
I Am Tali/ Tali Cohen Shabtai
I read prose only in the third person, and only translated prose, poetry, I also read in Hebrew. I love...
Metamorphosis by Monalisa Parida
There was a girl Who lived in a querencia A secret garden, Where love, light surrounds. Enchantress soul uses passionate...
Wistful smile by Barth Akpah
I came with a bag of love but you hissed with a bushel of hate filled with...
Children and Small Fish by Jonathan Rizzo
I like fairy tales. But not those with Princes and Princesses, royal weddings and royal babies attached, that I don't...
Ma-la-voglia by Davide Rocco Colacrai
There’s in the short froth of a palpitation a God waiting like a chrysalis creating the waves’ host on which...
Pea Seed by Taniya Chakraborty
This small family Lonesome pea seed Lying beside soft torrents of water Grant complete ecstasy divine being They move...
Introspection by Monalisa Parida
I struggled so deeply, In search of an answer What was wrong being a girl? But I failed again and...
Pandemic by Shaswata Gangopadhyay
In the genitals of a prostitute If the spider weaves a net You have to understand The country’s GDP growth...
Na Cedade Morta (The Dead City) by Isilda Nunes
na cidade morta, à cruz da indiferença, desaguam sonhos em crematórios líquidos. a loucura decretada passeia desejos naufragados, em passadiços...
Breath by Dustin Pickering
“Breath I take and breath I give…” Townes van Zandt Let them assume the worst they will. It is part...
Branson’s Bêtise by Dustin Pickering
Whether called ‘Fulsom’s Folly’ or ‘Carnagie’s intellectual breadline’, the industrious art of wealth is anathema to workers in dire penury....
Mercy by Amrita Valan
I caress, stroke the keyboard My fingers try to feel the Soul of each letter, To describe mercy, Is no...
Luck by Joan McNerney
Wearing designer clothes and sleek jewelry, she traipses along willy nilly throwing golden kismet wherever whimsy calls. Some think luck...
Benediction by Nandita De
Between us and God Constant pleas Humble prayers for forgiveness Countless trespasses of mankind Unconscious of consequences. Now on our...
Maie by John Copley Alter
Ella singing of the old ennui— granddaughter in her first fifth month splashing in an outdoor bathtub at her uncle’s...
Boarding the A Train: a hospice recollection by John Copley Alter
It don’t mean a thing (if it ain’t got that swing) Do nothing till you hear from me Cry me...
Yahrzeit, fragment by John Copley Alter
September now is burdened with yahrzeit. My grandmother turns well into her third century. My childhood friend turns seventy-four. Our...
Wire (TRHA) by Pat Connors
My nerves are wound like piano wire wrapped around my wrists and ankles etched into my face and beating heart...
Bones in Rat’s Alley by Dustin Pickering
You got a choice between a cop and a man hooping— who do you choose? in rat’s alley where dead...
Positive Solutions to Difficult American Problems by Dr. Ian McGroffes
It’s 2019 (sic, see note at bottom) and climate change is worsening our survival chances. It is time to take...
For all the 36 States of Pocket Violence by Adesokan Babatunde Walliyullah
In Kaduna, maybe in Benue Bodies explode A whole ocean of blood sluicing down west, down east A fume of...
The Girl of the Global Village by Monalisa Parida
She is trained to be ‘amenable’ So, she always says ‘Yes’ She is taught to be silent So, she rarely...
Love by Naba Kumar Podder
Not all the clouds make rain Identically, not all the love possess sky Yet, Love comes forth Man blends with...
Swastika by Dustin Pickering
this poem was written in 2012 End of sanity Lack of sanity The easy Armageddon is here Pain of blood...
Golden Bird by Dustin Pickering
graffiti on the West Bank Barrier Yellow bird, flaming upward like a golden phoenix from the spurs in my heart!...
On Making Eating Unbearable by Pankhuri Sinha
Worse Digesting Any and all of it Food Air The smell of conspiracy People’s war The total occupation of privacy...
death of a slam poet by Dustin Pickering
PROLOGUE (bats eyes at the Black poet, fake mascara) my so-called verses swing hearses for the missus i am an...
Two Short Poems by Howard F. Stein
Difference, a Riddle for the Age of COVID-19 What is the difference Between A visiting nurse And...
Forest is in Danger by Monalisa Parida
Fire! Extreme destruction and devastation! From grass to bush From bush to tree Trees after tree So widely it runs....
Disappear, korona by Ljubica Katic
Desolate cities looking like ghosts, Victims are still dropping dead in their tracks From this ferocious plague going around the...
Clean by Bernard Haske
LIVE! from New York, deliver the 5 lb. human for the ritual neck snap, ...
