​Trust the process  Vote | by Mare Leonard

They say. Stick around to see how this flick kicks watchers  into the stratosphere.   What cartoon will crack us up Mickey Mouse Donald Duck?   Wait, doesn’t Obama have big ears?   Poor Rachel Maddow Did you see her? she cried on national TV.   I can imagine her straining her  long neck pleading…

Two poems | by Indunil Madhusankha

Flowers on Sale  Rose, jasmine, anthurium, carnation and hibiscus    A multiplicity of gorgeous flowers  to the taste of the wealthy,  of the opulent gentlemen  Tulips available only in Five Star Hotels  consumed by millionaires  who may evour in the most fulgent pollens  while bobbing on the petals  The remuneration package   negotiable and depending  on…

Two poems | by Neil Frank

​My Neighbour Came Home Today Inertia, my neighbour, came home today and soaked his house in petrol. Joy is a liquid, he said through a broken smile before spitting his teeth into the stars and striking a match   From silence to staccato crackles the house roared. A loose fray on my sweater danced and…

Three poems | by JD Robinson

​WELCOME HOME We were ushered into our bedrooms and we listened as our father returned home after 3 or 4 days absence; and then our mother opened up our bedrooms doors and although I was only 9 or 10 years old I could see that she was shaken and angry but she quietly let us…

Poetry is an art- Poetry is beautiful | by Ozo-Iyama Keziah 

Ozo-Iyama Keziah is a student of the University of Ibadan, Faculty of Arts (Department of European Studies). She derives joy in singing, reading, being creative, just to mention a few and apparently, writing – it is a hobby I admire and treasure a great deal. She is into sports (Tennis, Basketball, Running) and likes to put…

Four poems | by Michael Lee Johnson

​ Classic 70’s Chick (V2) Classic 70’s chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long legs stretched out beneath this dinette table, these high wooden heels hang out @ Dusty,…

Damascus in Syria before the war | by Sofia Kioroglou

​I love spring Whenever I look out the window I see a riot of color.   Flowers of all forms and sizes Blossoming in my garden after being shrinking violets.   But Nigella damascena is my favorite reminding me of Damascus in Syria before the war   Reminding me that the Chaghoura, the beautiful gazelle…

Two poems | by Sravani Singampalli

​Rooh Afza I start composing my poem I say I am petrichor I am the fresh perfume Issued from cardamom thoughts When I smell the sweet earthy scent Of the immature rain. This is so mesmerising! As I stare at the rain I wait for my cup of hot coffee And a plate of pakoras….

Four Poems | by Yuan Changming

This Thought This is the thought that is Sailing along the horizon This is the thought ready to fall Finally from the leaf-tip at dawn This is the thought looming afar Beyond the stark mountains This is the thought newly taken Out of the water by the swordsmith This is the thought with a bloated…

Meditation | by Mare Leonard 

Can’t let go  can’t say noticingmoveon   I focus on a photo Blocks of red yellow blue   In center a bold cobalt spot Nothing that designed   Not a kid’s Lego tower Set into  grooves   A makeshift avocado shed Open thousands of green   Spheres swarm like locusts Around my head  like the…

Three poems | by JD DeHart

​Seamonsters My thoughts were seafoam green, full of scales, in my wading childhood.   The rivers fed into larger seas of mystery, devoid of fear.   The world was simple, I was brave, fish flying away front steps,   walking as if trudging on seamonsters in the not-so-deep. Rejected Poem Dear sweet poem, I birthed…

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2018

Consequent on a press briefing at Virgin Rose Resorts Lagos, on the 15th of January, 2018, Poets In Nigeria (PIN), unveiled the website for submissions for the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize 2018. While the event was attended by PIN’s Board of Trustees in Persons of Sir Eriata Oribhabor (President PIN), Kolade OLanrewaju Freedom (Executive Secretary…

Three poems | by Rajnish Mishra

Poetry speaks best Let’s talk about dissection in poetry. The form is easy to dissect, fix and copy. Fixed on dissection trays with pins, or kept in formaldehyde filled jars for future dissections, it’s dead. Heart does not beat in there; blood does not run in those veins. That’s not the poetry I talk about….

​”Be careful with the gun you pull” | by Sofia Kioroglou

Forgive yourself and each other Spew hate and watch it slap you in the face Be careful with the gun you pull the finger on the trigger may be your own- but the target might be yourself Sofia Kioroglou is a missionary, a pilgrim and a wife who happens to write poetry and flash fiction…

Two poems | by Pat Ashinze

Babylonia Echoes of nostalgia Memories of sweeter yesteryears Scenery of lustrously groovy nights; All gone, all done for Like wind dispersing chaff   Apparitions of regret Specters of repugnant guilt Climb like crag panthers upon our wasted shoulders; Shoulders that once tore feral beasts apart Shoulders that once gave warmth to keen dames Shoulders that…

Three poems | by Ana M. Torres

​The Shattered World What is wrong with our world? Where has sense gone? Afraid I’ve become Of the human spirit. What have we done? Does anyone care? We can’t trust What we see anymore. Perhaps too informed To the point of ignorance, We no longer speak Its hatred we spew. Some show ugly souls. Compassion…