by James B. Nicola I heard my mother’s voice today. Thanksgiving weekend. Ten years this January. My nephew played a very loving voice mail message from her he has kept on his cell phone ten years. My brother said he has kept three such messages. My nephew said he had another one and wept awhile. It made…
By Shah Tazrian Ashrafi I saw how the forest below was burning And elephants, rhinos, crocodiles, deer, sun-bears, hornbills were climbing the air A crazy, colorful, biodiverse amalgamation. I saw how the dead drifted away like smoke Both from cities, from forests. How the animals’ and the humans’ phantoms became…
by Shah Tazrian Ashrafi There will come a time when your soul will be crossing the troposphere,The stratosphere, the mesosphere, all the spheres,Forsaking your home;Like dead birds in flight.And you will have wings for hands,You will drift far away from the war zone that you were born into,Jiving to the…