The Poetry Mail Issue I

/The Poetry Mail Issue I

Nandini Dhar

What cannot be woven/ in the leftovers of this island-yarn/ is the ballad of a seagull who decides/ to scatter its feather across the breadth/ of an abandoned lighthouse...
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Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

Night draws circles/ Along the cat’s paws,/ Night pauses over/ The hand that writes,...
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Luisa Igloria

Do you see here/ how he refused? The voice of the revolution/ gathers, grows louder than wingbeats...
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Metta Sáma

Words ache my skin sink into my muscles/ blanche my desire. Then rain stains the earth./ I am driven by this reckless longing/ to swallow whole chunks of mercy...
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