Tag: Lion and Lilac
Three Poems | Zainab Raji
A Daisy’s Dilemma A daisy came alive in summer Had itself two daisies to either side A cape father, a gloriosa mother Its yellow disc was a beauty Its white petals, a light They opened by day and oft closed by night Through rainstorms, through sunshine It came in and out all its life Green […]
The Devil Is In The Eggs | Karen Siff Exkorn | Play
CHARACTERS DIANE A vibrant married woman in her 60’s–Joe’s wife JOE A somewhat jaded married man in his 60’s–Diane’s husband DIANE (60’s) and JOE (60’s) have been married for 35 years. They’re seated at the kitchen table. JOE has a big bowl of hard boiled eggs and is making deviled eggs. […]
Elster Creek: Dark View | Allan Lake | Poetry
My partner is afraid of bats in a world where anti-vax fanatics deny the existence of a pandemic as people drop in all directions. She fears that a bat will latch onto her neck and sip her blood in a country where major banks – like casinos – massage the trusting in order […]
No More Flowers | Dana Hall | One Act Play
PRODUCTION Minimal set. A couch, painting, easel. The Black Iris can be indicated, replicated, or projected- all artistic interpretation welcome. REVELANT HISTORY Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) was an American modernist artist. She was known for her painting of skyscrapers, landscapes, and monumental flowers, which were a combination of realism and abstraction. Unbeknownst to O’Keeffe, her […]
Three Poems | Ahmad Al-Khatat
Unwelcomed Farewell When you articulate nothing at all My heart becomes an occupied city With the noise from the rockets, not birds The clouds drop blood on my fictional planet. The blue skies open its chest to those fireworks I look at those happy faces, lovers kissing lips, and pretty dresses. I am […]
Four Poems | John Grey
ATTRACTION We come to the dinner table like prospective tenants looking over a new apartment. She claims the situation with the giving of her eyes. To me, looking elsewhere is untenable. I take her all in like the sweep of a lighthouse. Her face is as delicately lovely as a fawn’s. My […]
Three Poems | Sofiat Omowumi RAMON
Èjíírèé (After reading “Ejima” by Vivian Nnagboro) The wind told me how hurt you’re as it almost burnt my skin while relaying your message. Èjíírèé . . . My demise brought me closer to freedom— with my wings fluffy like the summer cloud, I now soar above the ailments which once tied me down— I […]
Two Poems | Tohm Bakelas
wayward bastards of a dying america blessed with misfortune we write poetry with the rain these highways hold ghosts, their reflections are visible in passing windows our spirits have been broken by the dull beating drum of repetitive days, days so fixed you can feel an endless pulse of pressure days so […]
Arrival on the Last Day of August|Rotimi Osiyoye|Poetry
All afternoon, we swallow wine bottles, work our feet into tumbling, and don’t stop. We drop our books, sack our debts to look at our new sun: the supermarket we can visit by foot. We drive, carving the streets into smaller pieces, for memory. For the first time since birth, we stay out ’till it’s […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
Where Am I Poeming: A Bards on the Run Poem for K. T. You type a poem on an orange typewriter for the man who has traveled the world seeking the holy grail of boxer shorts and the secrets of the exotic bananas plotting to take over local produce stands. You make it up […]