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Dear friends,
Glad to meet you all after long time. Sorry for the delay. My debut poetry collection Singing
Soul is published now and thats the reason I wasnt able to concentrate on Fragrance.
Waseem too was busy in his studies. We apologize for the delay and we thank you that you
stood by us and patiently waited for the issue.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge says,
1
Evolution for some, not for all
Piercing malleable opening,
a softness in the face
over ridden by cynical neglect.
Supper is almost ready, folly on
the garden steps.
Intonations speak the
underbelly layers of languages.
Puddles I deliberately
step in to know the intimacy of water,
the revival of being overpowered by the strongest
of all Earths elements.
Superimpose me on your raincloud.
I cry like Lazareth shedding his week-old shroud.
I stumble under the falcons swooping breath,
remembering myself prehistoric a bird before birds.
Allison Grayhurst
407 Sammon Ave.,
Toronto ON
Canada
M4J 2A9
(416) 466-4847
allisongrayhurst@rogers.com
2
Its Trees or Not Trees
Human hopes and human experience
interrupt and contradict each other
until they become nothing more
than a wallpaper pattern.
Unallowable worlds skulk on the edge of sight,
devour the landscape with whispers.
I keep only a shaded window
onto that madness now.
I know its trees or not trees
and need not look again.
I let the soap bubbles
with the imprint of eternity on them,
hiss and hum their slaughterhouse politics,
and pass gently by.
I behave as if stars are not bursting ecstatically,
as if the kings thousandth cousin the worm
isnt busily fucking itself into a broader existence.
And so the pattern in the wallpaper repeats
with no meaning beyond its viral shimmy
until
Collin Dodds
3
Too Frail to Mock
Reality is too frail
to mock at this hour.
Collin Dodds
4
Loneliness Grows Stranger the Larger It Becomes
We brought food to their lips. But they would not eat.
We implored them with prayer and self-flagellation.
But they would not be moved.
We blasphemed to the limits of our imaginations.
But they would not raise their hands or voices against us.
Collin Dodds
5
Secrets of the Modern Race
My tribe held a gun
to the head of the world,
only to learn
that you cant just laugh off
something like that.
Collin Dodds
6
Room Without End
The endless room flickers.
Its lightning is line charts and its thunder is poverty.
Collin Dodds
7
Whispers of Soul
8
Noise
JBMulligan
3 James Street
Washingtonville, NY 10992
frastus0g@gmail.com
9
When I die
JBMulligan
3 James Street
Washingtonville, NY 10992
frastus0g@gmail.com
10
Abound around
On this speck of interstellar space
I ride towards firefighting dreams
As if valuable assets
May be delightful in full measure
Early in the morning of the world
Next month will get involved
Jumping out of airplanes
To fulfill promises
Worlds around me shrinking
Stuck in a blizzard of stars
Specifically millions uncountable
Long may it wave
This flag of which we are
Unaware compatriots
11
Pinched Corners
Good peoples mistakes
Pounded out by lawyers
Rigging testimony
Paying witnesses
Under the table
Her lips quivered
As she testified
Like a caught fish
Gasping for air
Pinched corners
Of her dainty mouth
The ugly prosecutor
Held up his hand
His dirty fingernails
He declared dismay
John Garmon
12
Then we will take care
Trees and stones
Wounds and moans
Their bullets found us
How it sounds
To hear their flesh
Struck point-blank
Then sublime peacefulness
We envied their being dead
I nearly suffocated
Under the mattress
They hid me under
Clutching tightly
I listened helplessly
My mind a wild frenzy
Fears spat out
Swiveled around
Forced me to stifle
My halted screams
They said ride out
Your turmoil
They we will take care
To see this doesnt
Happen again.
John Garmon
13
Natures picture
14
Exalted
Shimmering rays percolate through my heart
Effacing the weeds of yesteryears.
Moonbeams smile at me
Through the star-studded sky.
Desultory
Memories buried deep inside,
Only groan and ache of encounter.
Loving traces of him embitter
My already captured heart.
Koyel Mitra
15
Fire
Krishna Kumar
16
Jasmine
Filling the lidless limitless bowl of the soul with her fragrance
Receiving never ceases, so does the storing.
Krishna Kumar
17
Metamorphosis 1
18
Metamorphosis 2
19
Metamorphosis 3
A story is life
Written with a sharp edged knife
Strife, suffering all stout
This is what life is all about
Happiness too can pierce darkness
But one wants a true abode with all fairness
Where is that abode
We keep changing it once aboard
A mystery is life
Like behind a veil stands a beautiful wife
Only after death is an abode given
The tomb stands between the world and heaven
20
Love Lullaby
His writing echoes his affectionate voice, deep
Reading every line he wrote for me, I fall asleep
Basilia,
India.
21
Dint
You've always been a veritable greased pig
when it comes to avoiding virtual disaster
brought about by reckless risks,
or lying your way out of an arrest.
Thomas Piekarski
22
Teachers
23
Senryus
Mothers cry
Watching to excel
Waiting in wings
Dreams in eyes
Tribhawan Kaul
Note from the poet :- Senryu is a Japanese form of poetry like haiku. It is written in three lines like haiku with
syllables count in first, second and third line upto 5-7-5 respectively. It predominantly deals with human nature and
its behaviour. Like haiku it is best known for its brevity and imagery. Reader has to imagine what the poet wants to
say.
24
Things You Make
25
Down on the farm
we kill chickens.
We don't care
how the chickens feel
we make them
into a happy meal.
Mikel
26
Leather jacket stolen
Mikel
3.9.98
27
You'd never find out
Mikel
Sept. 29, 2000
Pictures
Louie Crew Clay
Thankyou