Month: September 2019

Poems by Amlanjyoti Goswami

 The Day asks How do we live? Rough As tree bark, weathered With no illusion.   The day has no wings, but it can fly, A clear sky with no worry. But sometimes, It gets dark early,   Hours pass like years And the years come back,...

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Poems by Kirsty A. Niven

Pieta I have become utterly numb. My skin has hardened to cement, a statuesque shell of dissociation. Blood streaks my skin, and bruises blossom, but no pain can get in. This cocoon has petrified itself around me, solidifying...

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