Category Archives: Poetry

Life is So Precious by Samina Raza

Life is so precious. Hang on with all your might, to the jars with fireflies inside. To the constellations in the skies. To tassels made of gold. To rosy cheeked cherubs. To the memories of old. To the creeks where

Life is So Precious by Samina Raza

Life is so precious. Hang on with all your might, to the jars with fireflies inside. To the constellations in the skies. To tassels made of gold. To rosy cheeked cherubs. To the memories of old. To the creeks where

You Are Not Alone At All by Partha Chatterjee

Don’t think you are alone. You have ‘you’ within you. Breathing is yours. Vision is yours. Blinking is yours. Sighing is yours. Crying is yours. Laughing is yours Don’t think you are marooned. Everybody suspects you? Nobody has courage to

You Are Not Alone At All by Partha Chatterjee

Don’t think you are alone. You have ‘you’ within you. Breathing is yours. Vision is yours. Blinking is yours. Sighing is yours. Crying is yours. Laughing is yours Don’t think you are marooned. Everybody suspects you? Nobody has courage to

Alexandra David-Neel by Michael Lee Johnson

She edits her life from a room made dark against a desert dropping summer sun. A daring traveling Parisian adventurer, ultimate princess turning toad with age– snow drops of white in her hair, tiny fingers thumb joints osteoarthritis she corrects

Alexandra David-Neel by Michael Lee Johnson

She edits her life from a room made dark against a desert dropping summer sun. A daring traveling Parisian adventurer, ultimate princess turning toad with age– snow drops of white in her hair, tiny fingers thumb joints osteoarthritis she corrects

Lady Mary by Kerry Kelly

The black bearded Captain Daniels took Mary to sea, In the bloody, crested moonshine they floated fairly free, The powers of the stars’ lighting the diamond, white ice, The taste of peachy-grapes, yeast, potatoes and apple slice, Old Paddy Morgan,

Lady Mary by Kerry Kelly

The black bearded Captain Daniels took Mary to sea, In the bloody, crested moonshine they floated fairly free, The powers of the stars’ lighting the diamond, white ice, The taste of peachy-grapes, yeast, potatoes and apple slice, Old Paddy Morgan,