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Ali Znaidi
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Deji Adesoye
Shutta Crum
Solomon Musa Haruna
Alan Britt
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Robert Nisbet
Gale Acuff
Rekha Valliappan
Fred Wolven
Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Michael Lee Johnson
Jennifer Burd
Running Cub
Duane Locke
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RUIN
Not easy to sleep
in ruins
the debris, the holocaust
come back in short naps,
if these are called dreams …
Ghosts dancing with the wretched,
It’s difficult to keep a tango
Chairs are running after men and women,
afraid of coming closer, always
This air is full of wry smile
and unending persiflage
How long can one survive insomnia?
Sleep has learnt to sleep in ruins, now
LIZARDS ALL OVER
Lizards crawled over my body,
stone wall,
could not dispense with
Lizards all over, fat, thin,
tall, short, jovial, serious
Prying eyes, dark tongue
only watched helpless.
But mind threw them all
to the woods, slushy water-body
Lizards all over
crawling on a supportive
stone wall, with colorful flowers
THE MUSIC
A day to adore is often
a day lost
The coconut juice someone
says water, spills over
& the wet patch banters
in persiflage
Sunshine galore, humans move
in haste, slowly
Bodies chasing bodies
day after day
The music goes on with
guitar, drums, saxophone,
without any tune I search
to treasure
Aneek Chatterjee, Kolkata, India