July 2017 Vol. II No. VII
Not your ordinary poetry magazine!
If good coffee (or just the concept of coffee), great books, sharp wit, and great authors excite you, we are for you!
More Great Asian Poetry with Rameeza Nasim
Short Poems
1
don't worry about my elderly days
the mirror never frounces
but breaks
2.
home
land
country
her dolls
mother
father
feeling exhausted in her legs
sat down
while hugging the dust
3
Standing in the farthest spot of the world
Your beauty
Comes out from the frame
it's been years
your lips are shooting question mark
And my eyes
Bleeding ….. I don’t know
Forgive me
If all these years
I have been loving u
without your permission
4
I caught lots of fish
with a question mark
except the only one
that was always
dancing with me
5
i have shed pearl from my eyes
thought your soul would be like shell for them
now you have your own necklace
only must stack pearls up from my footprint
that never comes back
6
Silence
Explosion
Silence
Silence
Explosion
Explosion
Solving the first triangular was easier
7
The bullet which ripped my chest
Was a sneeze of a gun
From the pollen of hatred
I wish I could reap the wood of anger
8
Deserts
Mountains
Forests
Black people
White people
All get warm by the sun
I picked up my eraser
and erased the lines on the map
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Poems previously published in gramma and bookend review.
Maziar Karim is a 35 year old Iranian engineer, educated at Penn State, and now lives in Tehran. He has deep experience in astronomy and has a love for arts, especially writing. He is mostly known for his quatrains, and trying to be a professional writer.
Vienna Coffee Houses
A city, where the coffee,
Is not just black or espresso
And the conversation is a streak of suaveness
And cosmopolitanism. As the river Danube leaves open
Endless possibilities, that one enclosure, one roof
One moment of glaze and gaze,
One ritual of brewing a dark beverage
And sipping her slowly, can open
A little offering of serendipity.
And under cloth canopies that rise like giant mushrooms
On narrow pavements, you jaywalk your eyes
To little disclosures of flesh, while fostering
Enough panache to be deftly stronger
Than the black coffee and richly smoother
Than the creamy milk.
And those endless possibilities that encroach
On the service-levied transaction
Of copy-pasting a smile, to cut a piece of cheesecake
On to another’s heart-plate, to waltz through
Her like a slow mug-of-coffee,
That will never grow cold on your heart,
As you waste away like a church candle,
To the fine art of morphing time
Pacing along to a frothy Viennese Latte.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth. He blogs at - Kite Dreams
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Everyday
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I look at death
And life born.
...
My hands
Arms for all.
Stretching and warm.
And I
Four seasons of the year
Falling in love.
...
Somewhere near to the cruet of goldfish, which doesn’t exist.
Put a pillow for the garden afternoon sleep.
Moreover, my eyes became wormed.
And going to sleep
And death
Kisses my forehead Stealthy
And goes.
...
I wake up
And Life is reborn
And I call
The most romantic season of the year
In four times
...
I wish life were kind
Like death ... /
Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan
(more of this poet's work on the Asia Page)
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Every morning
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Is a smile line
Compile the world
One more time.
Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan
4
The incident does not announce
Like you
It comes.
It Happen
And it goes ... /
Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan