Tag Archives: Looking East
Opposition to Solitary
by Kumar Ambuj
He is a pebble
In the comfort of your sleep
A tiny thought
A word in your shining language that
Makes you stutter
A pothole in your way
In Istanbul: Faith Has No Name
By Lenore Weiss
1.
Old men talking on park benches
sound the same in every country,
a soft humming of the same tune,
Port Washington song
By Robert Bohm
The crows’ ascent
begins in grass at the gravestone’s edge
as it flaps its wings, then in silence
flies above an untrimmed hedge.