• House without shadow, a poem
  17 July, by Claudio Archubi, Argentina

  This is the house of zero and never, of the saddest excuses. Long is the trip as the wind hits the broken windows, as in an English movie. Long is the journey and our thoughts that grow from one room to another, as late flowers, swaying in the winter. In the first room he´s not. In the second room she´s not. The third room was always reserved for us.
  He said:
  My mother gave me a flower that melts.
  (Do not throw water, throw dirt.)
  It´s a dried flower that lives in the shadows, (...)

• RESÍGARO
  15 July, by Teresa Orbegoso, Peru

  Oh, innocent Resígaro! Who am I? I am perhaps the shadow of Caral who’s come to embrace you. Or maybe the cold soul of Arana who’s come to ask for your forgiveness from the Putumayo. I know my hands are made of dust and my belly’s dry as the bones of my ancestors. I know there was a chronicler who told us lies about us. I know creoles, priests, viceroys and presidents urinated over what we were. I know a so-called Republic consumed us to the point of oblivion. But here I am now pierced by all (...)

• Afghanistan’s Sky
  13 July, by Lee Kuei-shien, Taiwan

  The snow falling on Afghanistan’s land
  covers over dirty bloods.
  The land explodes to cracking wounds.
  The sky has not wept for quite a long time
  even Allah has none of a single sigh.
  Then, let us go to fly a kit
  taking off this sad land
  up to heaven.
  In Taipei
  we even have not a little bit of sky
  and can only fly within our mind.
  2011.03.26
  Photo taken by poet Kamran Mir (...)

• Poems Postcard and The Persians
  12 July, by Alfredo Fressia, Uruguay

  Postcard
  Night view of downtown Montevideo, I don’t recognize the violet air of the streets, yet a hard amethyst of memory, a resistant prey of days. I won’t die in Montevideo, yet hands show me the way to the motionless top that spun with the world (night view of my childhood). Yet photos declared and faith yellowed in drawers, unrecognizable night view atop my bed, inverse world, in another language, a top of lies: eyes still prey to the hard memory of other days.
  The Persians (...)

• Drawing Lesson and Singing Lesson
  11 July 2015

  Drawing Lesson
  A child cannot draw all the sea a child cannot draw all the land his meridians never converge his parallels meet he lets the round earth slip from its net of coordinates and drift up into the sky his distances are out of step frontiers are beyond him he believes mountains should be no higher than hope the sea should be no deeper than sorrow happiness should be no further than the earth the earth should be no bigger than a child’s heart
  درس نقاشی
  یک کودک پگ دریا را رسم کرده نمی (...)

• Wasted light in the dimension of your eyes
  26 May 2015

  Natalia Litvinova was born in 1986 in Gomel, Belarus, and currently lives in Argentina. She is a poet and a translator. She gives courses at the Argentine Foundation Center for Psychoanalysis. She has published: Esteparia (Steppe-Woman, 2010), Balbuceo de la noche (Babble of Night, 2012) Grieta (Crack, 2012), and Todo ajeno (Stage of strangeness, 2013) all of which have been republished in Spain and Latin America. Among the poets she has translated from the Russian are Sergei Esenin, (...)

• Weaving scarf for her lover
  17 May 2015

  Dr. Hafizullah Shariati is one of the Hazara prominent poets, researchers and journalists. He was born in 1978 in Jaghori district of Ghazni, Afghanistan. Dr. Hafizullah Shariati has published several titles including poetry and research books. He lives in Kabul now. 1
  Clouds cover the face of the moon
  to prevent interrupting your silence 2
  You wear your cloths
  Poor clothes hanger 3
  A child passed with his kite
  I am turning seven. 4
  Moon is like a girl
  the whole night
  weaving (...)

• Snow knows our secrets
  13 May 2015

  Prerna Bakshi is a sociolinguist, research scholar and writer of Indian origin, currently based in Macao. She has previously contributed essays and articles to a variety of publications including The Hindu, CounterCurrents, Amar Ujala, Desh Bandhu and The Huffington Post to name a few. Her poetry has previously been published, or is forthcoming, in Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Red Fez, Muse India, Postcolonial Text, Theory in Action,Hysteria, Misfit magazine, The (...)

• In a big copper pot, the Afghan barks
  4 April 2015

  From the Hazaristan With Haiku Body and a Yellow Mandela
  With Haiku Body
  In a big copper pot, the Afghan barks
  Sparrow, sparrow, sparrow
  The Afghan has blocked my sparrow’s flight Hazaragi
  با پیکر هایکو
  اوغو غغ غغ مَنِه غژغو
  گنجشک، گنجشک، گنجشک
  گنجشک مَ دَ راه مَندَه Spanish
  Con cuerpo de Haiku
  En una olla grande de cobre, ladra el afgano
  Gorrión, gorrión, gorrión
  El afgano ha bloqueado el vuelo de mi gorrión
  With Haiku Body
  Sometime they want to chain your hands and feet
  If necessary become a fish
  If (...)

• Protest poems by Sonnet Mondal
  25 March 2015

  Guerrillas
  Look how they walk together: our heralds as guerrillas scream for food in huts with crumbled breasts clinging onto the lips of baby skeletons
  NO, there isn’t anything dark in it.
  The stars are brighter than ever today. Each one as intense and unwavering as the pole star crowding beside the streets of our national gate. God bless their firmness!
  We are still wondering seeing you two in our ‘national television,(still the only one in our village) if we can ever see our (...)

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