Carbon
Footprints
the
sun looks dim
with smoke all around
fierce debate
in
the conference room
for the sky to retain its blue
insects
search
space for a breath
birds
for the missed
treasure
as city sparks in neon lights
morning
whispers to the trees…
the leaves
lost their vigor
to muse with the breeze
early dawn
from
far off distance
the whales scream
not to change
the colour of the sea
neither
koel’s song
nor
hopscotch of birds
we
spend a living
with
a black sun
hanging
from the dusty sky
roaring
voice
of the rising sea …
in the lost land
the
Anthropocene defines
the sinking sun of the rising risk
Pravat
Kumar Padhy
Cold Moon Journal
Monday, September 4, 2023
By Pravat Kumar Padhy
Sunday, September 3, 2023
By Deborah Karl-Brandt
conventional time
the day before and after
my
mother´s death
Deborah
Karl-Brandt
Friday, September 1, 2023
Wednesday, August 30, 2023
By Hassane Zemmouri
the fear
of covid, still stuck in mind
and heart...
even in dreams
I
look for a mask
Hassane Zemmouri
By Lakshman Bulusu
having played hide and seek
summer day long
sun
looks for the moon
Lakshman Bulusu
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
By Gavin Austin
pressed
behind
glass
our youth
Gavin
Austin
*
the
other side
of rain
magpie song
Gavin
Austin
By Perry L. Powell
on the beach
her pregnant belly
its
own sunrise
Perry L. Powell
*
sudden rainstorm
miles offshore
the
depths of your eyes
Perry L. Powell
By Steliana Cristina Voicu
night
pearl —
the little turtle comes out
from the
egg
Steliana Cristina Voicu
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