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Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Yuan Hongri
Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya
Alex Ferde
Karyn M. Bruce
Rajuish Mishra
Alan Britt
Patrick Ashinze
Shutta Crum
Fahredin Shehu
Paul B. Roth
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Joanie Freeman
Gale Acuff
Robert Nisbet
Fred Wolven
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Michael Lee Johnson
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Ali Znaidi
Jennifer Burd
John Grey
Running Cub
Peycho Kanev
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Fugitive
the image of a horse
flying in childhood
made me two wings
& i flew over the ashes
all dear pyres in June
& in december
& in august & april
I descended sometimes to
smell ashes,
probably in may or january
i can’t remember
Dear black ashes smiled
burnt wood murmured :
come down to earth
set warmth again in the ash
shivering in cold
come to the river & woods
you’d find black, cold ashes
Leave a tango in the air
nothing had changed
since you soared high
from dear ashes
on ground
now i fly on four
wings,
instead of the earlier two
A Gift
Ice cream melted & turned
into a river
Water was warm, unlike
the earlier incarnation
When I planned a swim,
the river asked for a
gift, --- a lullaby, a libation
I was unable to offer
Cold water slowly sipped
into my spine, ---
a gift from the river
Aneek Chatterje, Kolkata, India