Winter in the city of Kolkata | Goutam Dutta

The knotted tie peeping

through the buttoned jacket front.

Muffler clad figures old and young,

Inhaling the polluted air,

stand under the timorous sun.

 

Winter in the city of Kolkata

Heralds a merry time for the folks.

Buoyed by the Yuletide spirit,

The hawker at the traffic signal

Tries selling red Santa caps to the cars’ passengers.


Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever and wherever something or someone touches his heart. He lives in Kolkata, India and writes poetry in English, Hindi and Bengali language. He has published two books on English poetry named “Hues of Life” and “Glimpses of life”.

Blog: straightfromtheheartgd.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/goutam.dutta.7169

Crow Winter | Mark Tulin

Like crows, we forage in the winter,

pick through cans and dumpsters

that freeze in December,

and weed through paper bags

in the sleety rain

 

Like lepers, we cover our faces,

hover around a trashcan of fire

to keep us warm

in the snowy vacant lot

of cold hands and icy hearts.


Mark Tulin lives in California. He has authored Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Review, Ariel Chart, Active Muse, among others. Follow Mark at Crow On The Wire and Twitter, Crow_writer.

How Dare You? | Peter Matthews

I really am very offended

that you will not think as I do

My opinion’s the one that should matter

why should anyone listen to you

All that you say is just rubbish

it’s plain you are just a buffoon

If the men in white coats do not know yet

be assured that they will very soon

I’m reporting you now to the agents

who police all these matters of state

I’m sure they’ll agree with the things that I say

that your mind is just twisted with hate

And if I can’t prove that you’re evil

I’ll just make up stories that tell

you are obviously wrong in all that you think

and you’ll surely be going to hell

I’ll laugh as they take you to prison

and make sure your family go too

You will ne’er again make that silly mistake

of not thinking the way that I do!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife and British Shorthair cat in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Flawless | Monica St Hillaire

Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
Falsehood will never endure.
That armoured attire is in vain.
Purity will unveil both day and night,
No grey clouds hang overhead.
Sterile and unpolluted from infectious deceit.
Clear as a sublime waterfall; watch me as I float.
Can’t you see these streets of white?
Do you not feel serenity at your beckon call?
Leave imperfections by the wayside,
They hold no value here.
Purged from all malice; weightless is the feeling.
How do you sleep now that both eyes are shut?
Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
May honesty always be your guide.


An aspiring writer with a love for all forms of poetry. Haiku she hopes to one day master, both traditional and modern. Writing has always been a passion of hers. Her ambition is to be the best wordsmith she can be.   TWITTER: @MonicaHillaire, INSTAGRAM: judysthillaire

Out of Order | Ju-Lyn Tan

For Cao Fei’s Fu Cha

 

hush

hums

cradle

rock rock rock against the shadow

rock against splintered day

i left a girl splashing tears

for promise of shelter

to the brave men who

raise sail to catch the moon

reflected in mirror pool

echo after me

in my eyes

at my feet

filling the vessel

rock against stillness

towards bolstered rest

echo

….

..

me


Ju-Lyn Tan lives in Singapore. She aspires to share joy and beauty through her writing. She is a regular contributor to Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art & Words, and has poems in “Contour: A Lyric Cartography of Singapore” and “Seven Hundred Lines: a Crown of Found/Fount Sonnets”.

Blogsite: https://purplepumpernickelblog.wordpress.com/

More Than Equal | Peter Matthews

I’d like to take a moment of your time if I may

to tell of the stupidity of man

For those who would demand that equal rules apply

you’re welcome to add wo when you can

 

It seems to me I’m stupid and I really should take care

for political correctness should enthuse

but to me a man’s a man and a woman surely can

do anything and anyone she choose

 

I’ve long espoused the thought that a woman really ought

be in charge of everything that is in sight

It seems to me it could, and if left to me it would

be enshrined in law and be a natural right

 

The world will surely wake and each of us partake

in a life that has equality at heart

and those bastions of hate that simply can’t relate

should be burned and then extinguished with a fart

 

You may think this extreme but modern life is mean

and the haves have had it much too much I think

It’s time equality reached down to you and me

It’s time the have nots saved us from the brink!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife and British Shorthair cat in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

A Love Like No Other | Monica St Hillaire

I am your chosen vessel,
That brought you safely to shore…
I am your shield and armor,
My solemn duty, to protect you,
From the ills of this world.
I am your comforter,
Solace is always abundant,
In my arms.
I am your pillar,
Draw strength from me,
For I have been waiting…
Oh, my sweet child,
Mere words can never explain…
This immeasurable and unconditional,
Love I feel for you.
The day you were born,
I was also reborn.
INTO YOUR MOTHER!
My crowning glory… I will never falter.
Know that I will bestow these feelings,
To infinity and beyond… I LOVE YOU.


An aspiring writer with a love for all forms of poetry. Haiku she hopes to one day master, both traditional and modern. Writing has always been a passion of hers. Her ambition is to be the best wordsmith she can be.   TWITTER: @MonicaHillaire, INSTAGRAM: judysthillaire

Adrift | Ju-Lyn Tan

for Pulau Sudong, a tiny island off the southern coast of Singapore

inspired by Forrest Gander’s “Anniversary”

 

casting out still reeling from heady hash

whiff of scaley waft wet lumber

grates against tender fingers

 

sweet acrid fumes swirl riot

turn reel let out line

taut pressure on watch

 

splayed horizon splits sight

blurry dizzy motion churns

repast into buttered wave

 

emptied bowels bleed along

cracked grain of smooth board

flesh torn but tempers hold

(because I do not want to be known always by my wounds)

on the precipice

where choices are made

one more breath

one more step

clawing –  ineffective against glass

seeking – purchase against innocence

because I do not want your words to define me


Ju-Lyn Tan lives in Singapore. She aspires to share joy and beauty through her writing. She is a regular contributor to Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art & Words, and has poems in “Contour: A Lyric Cartography of Singapore” and “Seven Hundred Lines: a Crown of Found/Fount Sonnets”.

Blogsite: https://purplepumpernickelblog.wordpress.com/

Celebrating the Cult of the 13 | Sammi Cox

Friday 13th November 2071

Friday the 13th, the holy day of good luck, was here. It was a holiday, and unless you were in the religious, entertainment or food industry, it was a day off. But, no matter what, everyone attended the sunrise service at their local temple to give thanks to the 13. Then after, the carnival.

People queued to walk under ladders. Children jumped on cracks on the pavement. Mirrors were broken and chain letters burnt. Black cats were everywhere: on t-shirts and bags, toys were prizes in raffles, and guardians of pet cats were given gifts by their neighbours…


Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

The Fortunate | McKenzie Richardson

Felix waved to the painter as he ducked beneath the ladder that stood over his front door. The broken lace of his shoe swung as he stepped on the crack in the sidewalk. In the entryway, Felix opened his umbrella and hung it on the coatrack.

Making his way to the kitchen, he scooped up his black cat, Lucky, who came to greet him.

On the wall, sandwiched between two cracked mirrors, a calendar hung with red x’s checking off the days. Felix added a mark over Thursday, November 12th.

“Ah, tomorrow’s my birthday,” he said with a contented smile.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Recently, her work has been featuring in various anthologies through Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Dragon Soul Press, and Eerie River Publishing. She has also published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, as well as a poetry collaboration with Casey Renee Kiser, 433 Lighted Way.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com