By Kristal Peace (This poem contains domestic abuse.) My mother holdsMy hand as we navigateThe city’s streets during rush hour,The song of sirens escorting us home.She holds the grocery bagThat yanks her toward dinner. She holdsThe sharp words my fatherFlings at her when she thinksThe day is going well. She…
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…