Month: February 2017

Akkharpurush by Hamim Kamrul Haque

After keeping the bouquet on the altar of the Shaheed Minar, as I gradually stood up, I could not say the words despite trying several times that ‘I could not do it, Baba. I could not keep my words that I gave to you’.Rizwan bit his lower lips. His son also kept his hand on his while keeping down the bouquet. One day, Rizwan also kept his hand on his father’s hand and ensured him that he will never leave his country. And tomorrow is 22nd February; his flight will take off before the crack of dawn. Hriddho was...

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The Panties of the Dead by Michael Marrotti

I stopped in my tracks after spotting the blood on Sunset Boulevard. The humidity was ridiculous, the sun was shining down with no remorse. I removed my shirt, and followed the trail of blood that appeared to go on forever. About half a block up is where I found the first razor blade, covered in blood, with what appeared to be a piece of fatty tissue stuck to it. I picked it up to see if it felt like sharing the story. Nothing happened, so I dropped it. Journalism isn’t easy. After another block, or so, the trail of...

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Poems by Laura M Kaminski

An-Nur: Taking Flight for Jennifer Stokley   The job description of a human being begins unfolding in a place of safety, nest in a cavity thirty feet up in   a tree. Wood-duck hatchings spend their early days waiting and trusting their mother to feed them. They do not understand why   they are itching, why their down is falling out, why something stronger growing in. But soon enough, what the mother offers   in the place of safety fails to completely satisfy their hunger, they feel a need for deeper nourishment. Perhaps within   their bones they are beginning to hear the call of water. Just because they start here in the safety of the nest does not   mean this is their entire destiny. The job description of a human being is fledging, then stretching those wings, taking that   first flight despite all fear, launching from the initial place of safety, being willing to look and feel clumsy, taking   a step that seems unsupported by no more than their own small wings, nothing more than air between them and the ground.     An-Nur: Poem Still Unfolding (italicized lines are from Howie Good’s poems “Exile”  and “The Strange Situation Procedure” in his  2016 collection A Ghost Sings, A Door Opens)   The job description of a human being is to continue staring, wide-eyed into the...

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Poem by Shuhrid Shahidullah

FLASHES. . . 1 In her eyes I see a fractured sky Mirroring the clouds of mine 2 Head off The shadow heading to his body Found himself in the headlines   3 Silent trees,silenter fruits Often ask each other name Through the silentest flowers   4 “Oh! It was you!” The mirror betrayed her Someone stepped out and confirmed her: “Yeah! It was you.”   5 Mirror! Mirror!! Mirror!!! Horror! Horror!! Horror!!! The show is off for ever After a deadly scene!   7 On a special discount The open market sells A Doll’s House She is still short of some ‘changes’   8 Out of the story she became old: She had a little plot Still untold   9 Making love I found in her eyes a blind guy looking for his white stick lost with mine   10 In a living graffiti on the dark He found his head writing in bliss The rest of the body Rests In Peace   11 On her shadow I kissed twice One for her deadly two eyes One for her for leaving me blind   12 On her body I painted my death She conceived it lively   13 Time flys On her lips A fly kisses to immortality   14 A midsummer tree praying for winter Leaves continue to fan her Until they fall on her feet  ...

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Poem by Jack Little

Dance of Night Night’s music is bittersweet tomorrow remains unpromised   Earth faces moon – all constant, she turns her back in waves   stars observe, purr, and kiss long-dead stellar corpses crooning   then putative silence – all vapor, all dew upon a spider’s web.   Jack Little (b. 1987) is a British-Mexican poet, editor and translator based in Mexico City and Palma de Mallorca. He is the author of ‘Elsewhere’ (Eyewear, 2015) and is the founding editor of The Ofi Press: www.ofipress.com He was the poet in residence at The Heinrich Böll Cottage on Achill Island in the west of Ireland in July...

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