Tan-Renga by Christina Chin & James Young late moonrise the blood moon bleeds an unsettling howl the clock says it is the time i think it is a sacrificial fowl at the crossroad incoherent chants the book falls title page up licking thin lips a raspy whisper lights her eyes drawing closer we are all there creating potions the new priestess casts spells the cat watching a spider drumming on the lintel beam a woodpecker across the cemetery no heads turn
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from Maid Corbic
PRAGUE, CENTER OF THE WORLD I was happy in Prague. Because I drank the best spirits Meet a historical fact Yes, Prague is a country of existence Where people are very happy I was a tourist one day. But I felt like it every day. I am their resident. Because they are really good people. Historical battles are shown Where people with swords fought For the history of his country In all this, it is as if I find myself Because the meaning of life is my existence. Love was born in that wonderful time. When no one cared, it wasn't Prague is the centre of the world for me. Because I feel free in it. The reason for life is now more persistent Because the Czech Republic is the land of peace and happiness COLD WEATHERS Winter has come In a white coat There's a man standing That was me. And I looked around Austria is a country of cold Rich in Mozart balls Eight euros and much more I was amazed by the garden At Schoburn Castle And everything is as if they are in a dream. More than ever especially Because I'm so happy Why I meet people at night Culture and Art I appreciate everything about them Because they are people Similar menu Cold but beautiful Because the meaning of life is To look forward to a new day Coming to me Austria is my dream To experience it again Because love is very clear When I have what I want!
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that is repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan.
Poetry from J.J. Campbell
------------------------------------------------------------------------- where did it all go wrong i see my reflection in the window where did it all go so wrong? this woman wonders where i lost my smile i start telling a story about a bathroom floor and a horror that visits my dreams to this day she tells me the name of a great therapist i give her the names of all the drugs that never worked for me --------------------------------------------------------------- years of decay loneliness is a weapon sometimes a broken heart never heels these old bones have seen the horror of endless years of decay pain is the only companion that doesn't have plans in the middle of the day ------------------------------------------------------------ a kiss and a bottle of wine whispers in the rain long lost lovers realizing time can't be made up over a kiss and a bottle of wine it's that cold feeling of what could have been that haunts every soul that ever dared to love or be loved the scars come with the territory those that can't take the pain i would advise to learn to take the baby steps first love yourself sometimes, that is the hardest of all ---------------------------------------------------------- to deal with anxiety i guess the easiest way to deal with anxiety is to no longer give a shit be careful applying this to all aspects of your life most people won't understand and label you an asshole the joy is that other assholes will recognize you and give you that nod of approval look there, a whole new set of friends ---------------------------------------------------------- another morning appointment my mother hates the mornings about as much as i do yet here we are again another morning appointment, this time at the dentist she swears she only takes these appointments if they are the only time the place has i beg to differ and casually remind her of all the mornings she had to wake up early for work you are retired now you are allowed to enjoy it she tends to forget that and i wish i wasn't the one to have to remind her --------------------------------------------------- J.J. Campbell jcampb4593@aol.com https://evildelights.blogspot.com https://goodreads.com/jjthepoet J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently in Jellyfish Whispers, Dumpster Fire Press, Terror House Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Poetry from Babatimehin Asíwájú
Unbroken Self-Portrait of a broken boy my greatest fear is dying alone in a windowless apartment in the countryside. & having my dead mass submerged 6 ft in the tangible despair that is my aura. i'm still trying to figure out why all my stories taper into tragic endings. my therapist said i'm broken. she lied. my mouth is home to the most torturous sores that have been conceived by guilt. my body drowns in the ocean of my eyes when i'm alone. i'm always alone. I do not believe love is a craft to be learned. or i do not believe I am capable of learning it. I've been hurt too many times. I've fractured every bone in my heart. my body is a brick wall with no doors. I'm unable to let anyone in. I know it's hard to believe, but my smile is a drawing on my face that fades at night. I know it's hard to believe, but this poem was not meant to end this way. I know it's hard to believe but this poem was meant to have a happy ending.
Babatimehin Asíwájú is a student of Civil Engineering in the University of Ibadan. A Essayist, Poet and Dramatist, he writes on social issues as well as on his minority-tribe identity. He is currently a member of The Poetic Collective, TPC.
Writing apart, he is involved with activism and while he’s not doing either, he plays table tennis.
Poetry from Faroq Faisal
Proverbs and Poetry from Faroq Faisal 1. Dying with disgust is very painful 2. Every day I look at myself in the mirror - I see how much is left for the end of humanity. Tears of Inside The body of my love inside the teardrops accumulated in the corners of the eyes. Decayed body - leaves fall in the fall. Pandemic and decrepitude are the bewilderment of creation, the moth's body is fragrant night. That night is not the deep wound of the moon's belly, but the glory of the sun. It's just the wee worm's deep kiss inside the point, the wound inside the wound - the eternal sky beyond. Velvety body killer youthful Madhavi (a flower name) Madhavi's tears are not the point - the tears inside the point.
Poetry from Chimezie Ihekuna
Merry Christmas! ( The Phone conversation between James and Jane) Jane: James, it’s been over eleven months in the waiting for Christmas James: Jane, in as much as we’ve been waiting for this period to come; now it has. You know how time flies. Jane: You’re right! I’ve been waiting for us to meet. You know what James? James (sounding anxious): Jane, What’s that? You know I’m not good at guessing rightly Jane: Just guess…. James (a bit upset): Just can’t!! Jane: Okay. You know I miss you a lot. James (Indifferent): Yea. Is that all you have to tell me, Jane? Jane: So, what’s wrong with that? You know how upset I could be…when you sound that way James: Oh! I’m so sorry. It was never intended. Jane (jokingly): You’d better be. Anyway, apologies accepted. We are about being ushered into a season of love, merry-making and harmony. So, no need to harbor bitterness. James: I agree. You’re right! Will be great meeting you after missing you… Jane: I can’t wait to have my arms around your shoulders so tightly. You know what I mean James: You can say that again, sweetheart. I roger that! (Smiles) It won’t be long, honey. Just two weeks to the time. Jane: I will be on leave before then and before your eyes would twinkle, I’ll be with you, saying, ‘Merry Christmas!’ James: Jane, I’ll be glad to reciprocate this. I dream of seeing you…like now! Merry Christmas, my dearest Jane! Jane: Merry Christmas to my darling, James. Again, Merry Christmas! James: Got to go, Jane. Will call you back later. Jane (concerned): Hope no problem… James: Nah! It’s just that I got some other tasks on my work plate to attend. Hmmm…wished we could keep talking every day. Just have to go back to work. Merry Christmas in advance! Jane: Merry Christmas in Advance, darling. Miss you!!! (Kisses the phone) THE PHONE HANGS UP The End The Month of December Welcome to the ‘December’ month There are three other ‘’ber’’ months-September, October and November But the month of December is different It is a period for the season of Christmas; the celebration of the yuletide the month where the first day would be counted as a build-up to the celebration date-Christmas Day the preparation of gifts items, other presents, food varieties and several decoration tastes starts long before the December 25th deadline the month of December houses the ‘’Merry Christmas’’ celebration and paves way for the ‘’Happy New Year’’ wish.
Poetry from Richard LeDue
What Would the Flowers Say? I don't want children fighting in another war, to argue about a livable wage among rain drops shaped like inflation, or to feel smart for predicting I'll eventually be censored for writing a poem- I just need to live, yet even that has moments terrifying as gunshots and reminding me how many umbrellas leak, leaving me with days, where I want to crawl in the dirt, bury myself, only to bloom as a person sized flower, but that would be crazy, wouldn't it? Life's Cooling Fire We're being used up, worse than a candle burning in the middle of the day, only to surrender night to the darkness, where dreams are forgotten, so alarm clocks can have their say, as we let pay stubs give us light, like hungry flames, refusing to learn the moths' names.