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DALIT GIRL By Dr Mou Mukherjee Das

  I was born on a windy night- When the clock stroke twelve Under the starry sky, In a tarpaulin covered tent. Nothing new happened Nothing changed All seemed so very natural and plaintiff. A woman from some old world In shaking hands, with quivering…

Sep 25 2018
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I AM NO PALMIST By Dr. Prahallad Satapathy

  My loneliness do have a face Beautiful indeed A well-defined address Do have a birthday too I have seen it's horoscope Imprinted in a palm, delicate of course But the problem with me is that I am not a palmist! I see star studded…

Aug 26 2018
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Name Plate By Dr. Sudhansu Dash

  I tell my story in the curve of desires My life hanging on the wall Threatens to fall at any moment Living with all expired futures yet Speaking me to be a somebody In the twisted lies of letters I am designing myself to…

Jul 29 2018
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POWER AS A CRAZY APHRODISIAC  By William Warigo

  We were ever the truest of friends Eating crumbs from my mother hearth Together we fended off foes and fiends On our necks we hung each other's heart   Then I was elevated by destiny Suddenly I want drunk by the new clout I…

Jul 29 2018
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This Is Not a Poem By Manisha Manhas

  This isn't a poem if it has not been clawed upon by the edges of your bleeding heart. Not a poem if it has not filtered blood from your heart's lane to ink words on paper.   Not a poem if it has not…

Jul 29 2018
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DOPPELGANGER By Rainy Sarmistha

  Doppelganger she is called by an illusionist. It was a tale of a stormy night. She paused and started telling her story. It was starting to rain The night falls for its silent prey A knock at the door startled her instantly, She opened…

Jul 08 2018
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HAIKU By Malequl Hoque

    1    Colored murbles Treasure islands In disguise   2 Diaries Board of chess Running black & white   3 Fixed diposites Clay birds Flying   4  Warning of storm Resembles time Old gipsy   5  Dried hearts Sea-beaches with Stormy night  …

Jul 05 2018
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THE CORRIDOR By Anil Kumar Parhi

     I   I strolled Through the narrow corridor Beneath the dangling chandelier With  lights blinking like The eyes of goats Before a carnival.   I knocked at the wooden doors Geometrical spheres and angles Scribes, And metal plates with Figures of outlines of…

Jun 27 2018
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Launching of the Journal The Bhubaneswar Review Deferred

Nota Bene Launching of the Journal, The Bhubaneswar Review, deferred as we have not received enough stuffs on Short Stories/Essays/Criticisms/Translations/Book Reviews. As The Bhubaneswar Review is an International Peer Review Journal in making and as per literary journal’s standard practice, we need at least 10-15 Short…

Jun 24 2018
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MONSOON CLOUDS By Soubhagyabanta Maharana

Like migratory birds of exotic thrills the dark grey patches of clouds hovering over the dreary sky bewitch the monsoon ineffably and become crazy to touch upon the parched earth. The clouds with their vacant lots being drenched by rain-drops rejuvenate gleams and glitters of…

Jun 23 2018
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I AM TOLERANT By Vandana Bhasin

    I am a tiny fragment of this society I have been nurtured with humility I have been coached to be tolerant I have been preached perseverance   I have been tolerating all the prejudice I have discerned all the atrocities I have also…

Jun 21 2018
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A PROLONGED HOUR By Duane Locke

    The air is being searched by me. I am searching for a prolonged hour.   There are many varied hours Hiding in the atmosphere.   The hour’s favorite game Is hide and go seek.   All the hours are man-made, Thus flawed and…

Jun 19 2018
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EL GRECO By Duane Locke

    What does one do in Toledo If one’s lifelong raiment Has been an urbanite raincoat.   All the streets are ablaze. There are no cobblestones. They are aboard a ship of Columbus.   The ones who cross the streets Have scorched cuffs, And…

Jun 19 2018
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Jennifer from Albuquerque By Lilvia Soto

Jennifer from Albuquerque July 2003   For Kara Dawson   Chihuahua Cathedral, middle of July, Friday afternoon, one o'clock. Dozens of men, one or two women sit, kneel, pray.   A middle-aged man in coat and tie dips his fingertips in holy water, makes the…

Jun 19 2018
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Hour of Thorns By Lilvia Soto

      Day after day I return from the crossing, the old, the same, climb to dawn, steps slower, hope more fragile, soul more wrinkled.   And night after night the fight is renewed. It's the defenseless hour of the nameless danger that stalks…

Jun 19 2018
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MISSED OPPORTUNITY By Paul B. Roth

    Age takes hold solving questions of little interest   Inherits what no one else ever wants   Avoids any and all ends to its beginning   Never breaks its promise to death   Removes any necessity for chance     About the Author…

Jun 19 2018
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ON THE WAY By Paul B. Roth

  We squirm in a submerged world warmed by heartbeats   A world in whose ebb and flow blood washes over our brand new skins   A world through whose unseeing eyes we customize our own vision   Cry at birth from all the pain…

Jun 19 2018
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SEQUENCE By Paul B. Roth

    Make love to the dawn,   undress for the occasion   and though cold at first, let its last stars   rub your arms warm your skin draw light   from your eyes and pinpoint it inside a flower   whose orange circled…

Jun 19 2018
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UNDER THE SHADOW OF THE SUN By Paul Sohar

    Even the sun turns its back to me, and I crawl in its shadow like a penny left to roll toward the sewer, a miniature unicycle bike, a toy made by grown-up gods for spoiled, stupid children gods, a joke that barely produces…

Jun 19 2018
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WISPS OF MIST By Paul Sohar

    what’s so big about that thing towering in its own enormously summer sky that stately cloud, something I know I’ll never become? then   why do I keep struggling to shape myself into its poor imitation down here in the dirt? just a…

Jun 19 2018
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FIRE ENGINE CONCERTO By Paul Sohar

    …a wish so fleet it can capture the color of  a chameleon   pink or orange or vermilion clutched tight in its claws   a fire siren crashing through jungle canopy in the disguise of common sense   an exotic bird on fire…

Jun 19 2018
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SNAP By Sharon Alexander

SNAP By Sharon Alexander     Beneath the basement stairs prayer and voodoo conspire — a song plays on the radio:   Daylight come and me wanna go home   Something is broken, something is dying: my invisible white bone, china fractured on a stone —…

Jun 19 2018
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She Hears the Blackbird’s Thrum By Sharon Alexander

    trapped in the cage of her ribs echoing her heartbeat.   Deeper into the forest she goes, the cellist in soft velvet, draws her bow over the seasons.   Winter sonata beneath the oaks, she plays for snow flowers, ravens, barn owls on…

Jun 19 2018
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WHEN FORM TAKES SHAPE By Scott Thomas Outlar

    There are beams in your eyes   There are pyramids in your head built by hands you can’t see   There is an ego slain and buried in the desert   There is a point of no return along the same path forgiveness…

Jun 19 2018
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TREMBLING TOWARD THE SUN By Scott Thomas Outlar

    How much distance and difference is there between a mountain and a molehill?   And how far are you determined to climb to insure your problems amount to blessings in the end?   How tenacious is your will to peace? How deep is…

Jun 19 2018