CN Tower
hidden in fog and rain ...
what remains
of my immigrant past
now
a blur to me
Chen-ou Liu
CN Tower
hidden in fog and rain ...
what remains
of my immigrant past
now
a blur to me
Chen-ou Liu
a cup of tea —
home
in every tongue
Jharna Sanyal
*
Judas tree
so many reasons
I
forgive
Jharna Sanyal
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
conventional time
the day before and after
my
mother´s death
Deborah
Karl-Brandt
the fear
of covid, still stuck in mind
and heart...
even in dreams
I
look for a mask
Hassane Zemmouri
having played hide and seek
summer day long
sun
looks for the moon
Lakshman Bulusu