Daily Archives: October 21, 2014

The Lost Aeon

A rain-soaked afternoon in late September Brought back memories galore, Drenched to the skin, every wet pore Exasperates, enervates, suffusing A heightened sense of liquid agitation to my core. The tumultuous wind gnawing and ravishing The rabid landscape like a … Continue reading

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Only if it were a Trifle

She was begging by the roadside… begging for alms… for small change, if you had some to spare. A torn, ragged sari draped around her feeble, emaciated body. She had worn those six yards for eternity, it was the only … Continue reading

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Kitsch under the Marmosa

Crimson pontiff. Inoculated grizzlies. A charred poster with serrated edge, bargained for at the crossroads. Tainted smear of gray at the wizened temples; Threadbare negligee of gold and green, gaudy like some ill-formed daguerreotype of old. Armorial trophies, once brazen … Continue reading

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The Messieurs, The Masses, The Messes

In our nation, a polar coalition Petrodollars sprawl far from perturbation Our headache – spending the oil boom The long-capped president senses no doom Thirty Gregorian calendars used and dumped The tune up the pharynx metamorphosed and changed Graft and … Continue reading

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Way’s Weight

If you don’t wait To weigh A way Prior to walking The way You’re a wayfarer Wandering Away From The Way Abiodun Soretire

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Window-Shopping

Gong, gong goes the bell Of the lousy, noisy town crier: There’s going to be a fashion parade A beauty contest at the village square The qualification Easy to meet A dazzling damsel Tarmac-ed with wizened hide Pitched with gnarled … Continue reading

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Night Shot with Light

(Image: Snowstorm at Sea by J. M. Turner) Blood punching hard through every vein White thunder drums with fists of rain Lightning’s whip cracks flashing white Ships heave and seem to leap in light Sea spins and swirls staccato pace … Continue reading

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Turkish Smyrna

This carpet – a Turkish Smyrna – is made with Gordian knots, tied by the fine fingers of a child tied to a loom by a thin, pale leg. Every centimetre – a hundred knots This carpet – two and … Continue reading

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Peace tattoo

(Photo by Jayel Aheram) Children need to breathe the air of protest walk together, arm in arm with strangers wear badges of hope and T-shirts with lifelines Sing words of wisdom and history chant choric responses of camaraderie in a … Continue reading

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The Swallows and the Gamble of Rebirth: A Review of Carl Terver’s “Till the Swallows Come Home”

“I know this place where civilisation Runs along torn asphalts…” These three-month gone, I have observed that poetry can invert itself to be an emotional hallucinogen; that it can sometimes betray its very own bard as to transpose the weight … Continue reading

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