by Shamik Banerjee
The child of Summer wears a crown
as bright the compass of the Sun;
whose joyful mood coruscates down
to lighten it on everyone.
Tag: lit mag
Sestina for my grandmother
by Autumn Sharkey
Listen, there’s a sea in this shell
she said. This woman – my memory.
Beach stones shiver in the tide.
Small me waiting to hear
we look out over Portrush feeling
the sea-rhythm of the known.
6:56:46, Yeonhui-Dong
by Isabella Dunsby
you walk at an angle but you won’t let me
pull the left backpack strap
onto your shoulder, you let it hang.
Read More »Recommendations of the Month
Have you been at a loss of inspiration lately? Whatever our answer at some precise moment is, we are always looking for some more. So, we want to take our mission to keep wonder alive and kicking even further by starting a series of monthly recommendations.
To start it off, some more or less random finds which resonate like crazy with our own manifesto. So, if you are still not sure what we are doing and why, click on below.
Read More »Seedling
by Caycey Pound
Today I opened the earth. Rushed
scoops I shoveled innards
outward: a hole in-ground,
carved-out birthplace.
To see no more darkness,
I put you in no more than darkness:
I let dirt herd your blooming roots,
soil our worries away and leave
both of us warm, reaching for the sun.
Happy Pizza
by Marc Isaac Potter
As you look at the contradiction
Your teenage years are a raging fire
Read More »Views of an Indian Village at Dawn
by Shamik Banerjee
Far, mid the mountain slopes, rises the sun
and the Pipit, hints the day has begun.
The ocean’s face, welcomes the sky in blue
and tunes appear from the nest of Cuckoo.
In pots with readiness, the new flowers,
twirl with glee towards the gleamy showers;
Read More »Quote of the Week, #3
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
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