A Suicide Note of a Dead Bullet by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] is still living a nomadic lifelike cashmere wools free flybetween valleys is such a headstrongto be re-embodied in thisunforgiving world & to see the gunshot wounds:broken bones, gushingblood of who shots a bullet because a bullet also dies...

The Old Good Days by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Don’t fear the sorrows arrested in the world.Don’t forget the happiness knotted in the mind. Remember-The new bad night comes just to say goodbye! Let’s seize the days in year, each moment anew.Let’s savor the breaths in life,...

Momentum by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] I heard a cat's cries, thinnerthan air, looming out fromthe perforated snails. I dared to namethe sound. Words fellout of my mouth. As the memory slithersbetween the momentumof flapping wings. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Palash Mahmud is a bilingual...

“Falling” by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Falling it’s raining out / a crow soakedfully sitting on / the windowpane in such a quietness / as if it wasn’t breathinglike a cotton-made piece / a drop of rainwater hanging on its beak / as if...