Poetry

"...say, you had the wits and skills of a storyboard artist..."

"...damp, closed faces were like wet umbrellas..."

"...Let it blow away all our sorrows..."

"Moonlight interrupts a darkened sky..."

"...beauty like the Indian corn of October..."

"...There's someone who says..."

"...she gives me a smile revealing missing teeth..."

"...they leave Bach deader than he’s ever been..."

"Why don’t poems rhyme?.."

"...think of migration and the history of man..."

A bit of haiku

"...In this bullet train we are on our way..."

"...I am as tired as a wave..."

"I remember her wedding..."

"...a melancholic music..."

"...the countdown continues..."

"...Can a dirty hand teach the other hand to be healthy?..."

Bernard Pearson's poems appear in over one hundred and fifty publications worldwide, including Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review. He is also a published novelist, biographer and prize winning short story writer.

"...concrete and asphalt barnacles..."

"...fine-tuning is required..."

"...if it is of merit, it will reappear..."

"...rhythm trots its way into our hearts..."

"...Life can be a tangled jungle..."

"...an ancient text with wisdom of generations..."

"...day has spilled light over the skies..."

"...crooks are in the habit and business of nourishing, serving and spoiling themselves..."

Snehaprava Das, Prof. of English is a writer and translator from Bhubaneswar, (Odisha) India with three collection of stories, six of poems, and thirteen texts of translation of Odia texts in English.

"...Hunger has no age..."

I live in Kolkata, in the state of West Bengal in India. What I have seen so far is that my natural propensity to write mostly stems from an urge to paint vivid pictures of my personal experiences or things that I see around me."

"...A dream and the burden of a frightening morrow..."