Poetry

"...humble, soiled, marbled with life..."

"...a slave of our first meeting..."

"...So many have dedicated their lives in her name..."

"...the word ‘who?’ never crossed my mind..."

"...How he died no one knows..."

"...A mentor to many. An iconic, lovely lady..."

Sparsh Paul is a poet, writer and bedroom musician based in New Delhi, India. He actively immerses himself in the practice of shinrin-yoku, and is a hobbyist bird photographer.

"...I doubt a lover’s tryst ever happened here..."

"...It’s a quiet Saturday night..."

"...Soon enough he’ll come to know..."

"...I will ordain a solo hour..."

"...light from our phones does a poor impression of the sun..."

"...those indifferent to her womanly presence..."

"...they sift through dust like fetished archaeologists..."

"...Songs are therapies for the soul..."

Memories in haiku

"...With you, I’m deep in drama..."

"...perhaps they seek that face who never returned home..."

Iren Petrova was born in Sofia, Bulgaria, in 1993. Her poetry is focused on topics like women, sin, religion, motherhood and asks deep psycho-social questions.

"...Do I yet know how much I love you?..."

"...but they come at a cost, right?..."

"...even though it doesn’t feel that way..."

"...The old farmhouse a dream come true..."

Matthew Johnson is the author of "Shadow Folks and Soul Songs"(Kelsay Books) and "Far from New York State" (NYQ Press).

"I shave my head when I’m down..."

"...I’m told that change is all around..."

"...Poetry can be a painful protest..."

"...The ocean outside the hotel window looks peaceful..."

"...I need false praise like I need the clap..."

"...Blaze high in vain glory..."