Four Poems by John Stocks

Alexandria I took my imagination for a walk Unwisely from the port, the teeming streets Were like my head, a restless cacophony. Poverty screamed like a coyote Trash gathered flies where babies crawled To play in gutters, does anybody care…

Four Poems by Jack Little

Old Baobab Great one, rooted in a history Fat to bursting, slumped asleep: Rest your tired grey eyes, Grand and wild- He saw you from The white verandah plains Looking at his land, garden of the ancients In a handful…

Poem by Nouck Protus B.

Bearded Business (To a Fallen Friend: Mbella Sonne Dipoko) His voice would baritone From the pit of his flattened belly; Boon of frugal diets, Of cold chicken, and beef soya; Of grains and leaven, now, And then, a drop or…

Two Poems by Dennis M. Lane

Walk In Their Shoes I stopped at the lights again and he was there Wanting help but not being “in my face” I give him something, just a few coins going spare He took it with purest simplicity and grace…

Haiku by Virginie Colline; Illustration "Mark Twain Fish Fry" by Mark Erickson

Batik Haiku dreamy eye phosphenes a pineapple split open across your canvas Mark Erickson is a painter and lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. He began his interest in art while attending schools in Munich, Germany and…

Four Poems by Fiona Khan

Africa Kills Her Son I am alive, Africa! I speak with a poet’s pen then write with a weapon that cleanses the hearts of despots…. Ah, Africa! My Africa! Greeting heroes and welcoming them to her bosom. Beating drums reverberating…

Two Poems by Dzekashu MacViban

After the Lobotomy I’ve known auto-proclaimed ministers, merchants of salvation whose hearts are wildernesses in a modern day wild See them revel in a hermetic ornanistic bacchanalia after a daily battle of wits to which they impose taxes— for knowledge…

Sex As Gender/Power Politics Between Men and Women

 Wirndzerem G. Barfee   One of the first things that after strikes the sensibility of a sensitive reader is the originality of a book’s title. When it comes to poetry; that exigency is doubled. Lum Louisa, on this critical count,…

Four Poems by Fon Tuma

If You Believe the Stories He should never have gone back there for there was nothing left. A familiar familiar blew about the ruins of what was once a great strong-hold Where there should have been time, every other thing…

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