Basket of Wisdom | Angelica Fuse
Hear them
clink
said the seller
each one
dark and ripe
sharpened
in its own
select price.
read poetry
Arcane | Ananya S. Guha
I resist the arcane.
I have to come out from hidden springs unscathed. Too many symbols. I have to uncover all those splendid truths.
Prayers | Ananya S. Guha
Hollow eyes
death in the centre
ribald talk
how we snipe at each other
and chant our worldly prayers.
Wordplay | Ananya S. Guha
Criticism is not critique
nor is it critical
or criticizing, critical
wordplay is not useless
nor is criticism. Having been
taught it I am critical of those who taught me for
not critiquing adequately,
only indulging in resonant
wordplay.
Now after learning all that
I sport a modernist pant
and a post modernist shirt.
Wordplay.
When I want to say “regards” I say instead “cheers” or “best”.
Wordplay.
Criticism is not critiquing
nor criticism. I’ll leave it
at that and go to my post post modernist bed.
The Story of Any Place | Roger Still
Any place you go
is made up of well-
intentioned people,
selfish people, all
manner of human
beings, but that is
the nature of place.
Relapses | Alan Inman
I relapse into poetry,
he said, after long
bouts in between.
I spend a few days away
on a vacation of the mind
then must return
if only for a stanza or two.