Month: July 2016

Poem by Saadi Kawkab

  Runu   Runu, a keen blown ray; after all the amortise, got come to my yard, tried me to smear with warmth. Said, ‘Come on! Book your ticket for Kolkata.’ I couldn’t say her even; my feet can go sheerly to the end of the Gali, where anyone left his inamorata, in fear of lost in a maze! Nevertheless, Runu promised me- with her adorable words to take refuge in an unknown city- our dear secret. The breach is all mine, and now I become shrink within me seeing those known cubits in other’s folds. I can’t take me off the innocence. Though knowing, Runu’s having her nightmares, to be longed for someone else. And me- want a dream of buying Mother India, with all those money with my penniless pocket.   (Originally written in Bengali. Translated by Dalton Souvato Heera)   About the Poet: Saadi Kawkab is a Bangladeshi poet. He is prolific, mysterious and sometimes misogynistic.           About the Translator: Dalton Souvato Heera is a poet, translator, political activist, researcher, and to some people he is sexist and misogynist. He loves to lead a secret life and refuses to meet people....

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Poems by Fethi Sassi

Ache flutes   Really… I do not reflect on eternity But all the history is that I rebuke the wind in the introduced poem… I roister as god does in the poet‘s funeral ceremony I lie down on a tree border embracing baby fruit embroider my face on my shoulder and scatter climates of nostalgia   … For suckling desire from bundle talk But the milk cries if berate history is gushing out a dream lost on the sly with peeps stars … I have no face to wet my confusion in a sky for a new happiness I will seclude in the bottom of the absence And scratch his extravagant night   … Intimidate the silence to the resignation of the emptiness and collect pebbles to court ache flutes ….   (Translated from Arabic by Fethi Sassi)   A wild woman   I say  … Why don’t I go astray Burdened by winter Probing into the realm of the poem   ? That’s why my mother told me   : Don’t drink milk with the jerk Ride towards the north of the night  …. And drink her face  … No shadow left you ; but what befalls  you Is the alienation of exiles upon the last cloud That splintered in the tavern of the night In fact  …. you desire nothing but a wild woman  …. Bones of a tree that changes...

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Poems by Wale Ayinla

A night in roam   I can hear the voice of the stars in the silence of their thoughts. they are a cursing nation with their glitters piercing through the ocean as they sit on its bowel.   The moon shades memory of my past in daunting replica: it lies me to the ground once more, the ground, the mother that bore me, whose lips are made of fire. her kisses bring death.   Loneliness is a city in the night whose indigence desert for their homes in the presence of fading shadows. love comes like drops of water with meddling sprinkle as it lightens the sky.   I can see two heads praying in the rain under no sheet while moans medley with splashes. memories trickle down my spines as two gaudy torsos welcome me home with their climax rasping in claps.     Dissonance   There’s something always found in the tales of women with no child; a life before a body, a dream before a night, a rainfall of emotions before the sun shines his teeth. the womb is a home whose map is lost, it awaits a voice to direct her child to her to fill up her emptiness. the women trail the path of pain like dry leaves falling on a healthy lawn. a child reaches its home as semen communes with blood; the...

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Poems by Usman Nurain Muhammad

HUNTED   Like wild animals wailing In a black forest chased Clogged by their trailer Cried until they hush Their hopes dashed Of a messiah’s mash Away he stays Corseted in many ways Out of his mother land he says He was expelled of no case Hunted in his base Had to tacitly transfer his base Because he was timely bazed     SILENCE   It is said that Lions are giants Hence tolerate no non-sense Ire is assured to that who Dare the giant lions of my set Silence is next to that noise Of yesterday Away Is the talk of today Of the assumed radical of yesterday My environment favors no criticism But rejoice and romance with worshipers Of its so labeled people’s government Dictatorship in facticity   About the Poet A young Nigerian essayist and poet, Usman Nurain Muhammad is the author of High School Verses. He is a member of the Association of Nigerian Authors and studies English and Literary studies at Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, Nigeria.  He is an independent researcher and consultant with diverse platforms. He believes in societal reorientation and youth repositioning as essentials to nation...

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Poems by John L. Stanizzi

NO MORE TROUBLE                                              Cuban Missile Crisis                                                October 12, 1962                                                October 28, 1962     It must be that it was intuition fueled by overheard conversations that the adults around me were having, their faces shaded by worry in their eyes, because I wouldn’t know until later the things they were trying to hide from me — the 43 seconds until the end, the uranium bullet, the vapors of people that left shadows, the pressure, the tsunami of smoke, the wind that raged a thousand miles per hour, the heat of 7000 degrees, the vanishing of tens of thousands in that instant wrath — vague debris that razed me each night with fear.     RASTAMAN, LIVE UP!                                     August 31, 2011,                                             for Jonathan   In those first perfectly still moments just after his death, everything in the room was the color of the wrinkled, faded sheets, even the people and their clothing, the furniture, the curtains, the cell phones the people would use to bring the sad news — everything there was a flat-gray that could only absorb the departure of the spirit, though not really comprehend its going – it was in those first perfectly still moments after your grandfather’s death that you sat in the chair next to his bed, held his hand and chanted softly — Live up! praying for...

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