Monthly Archives: December 2017

Read Poetry: AT THE PARK, by Ariel Westberg

A low-slung mist stultifies the LA sunscape, setting the stage to play the part of a rainforest’s cupola. But rain doesn’t come even though I am ready. Boots and sweater, and a nameless heartache to accompany my attire, hibernation at … Continue reading

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Read Poetry: A Forgotten Scent, by Curls

A flower fussed her scent in the vast of a drought field. Craving to lure an amusement that surely will strengthen her built. Leers peculiarly to subjected attraction yet moans an impassioned lilt. She naively guarded herself with her own … Continue reading

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Poetry Reading: NEW WEBSiGHT, by Vihang A Naik

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Watch the NOVEMBER 2017 Poetry Readings

Poetry Readings performed by Val Cole & Carina Cojeen The Bane of Whitechapel – Poetry Reading by Lee A Forman Maybe, There Is Still Hope – Poetry Reading by Melissa R. Mendelson INDIAN SUMMER – Poetry Reading by Vihang A … Continue reading

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Read Poetry: NOISY SILENCE, by Ram Krishna Singh

Genre: Redemption NOISY SILENCE unemptied the cup of remorse– begging bowl before the dumb deity years of noisy silence –Ram Krishna Singh

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Read Poetry: HALFWAY TO SOMEWHERE I DONT WANT TO GO, by Number 43

Genre: Travel (England) Missed connection an hour to wait Walk a circular mile No beer house in sight Minutes take hours Another cigarette Red diesel fumes Sickly sweet perfume Chopped ham and liver Grantham

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Read Poetry: Image of a Rustic Girl, by Aju Mukhopadhyay

Who could bring dry wood from the wood once the rain would start? For fear of getting them on her head drenched the wench ran under the darkest clouds overhead gnashing their teeth sounding like fart threatening her safe journey … Continue reading

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