[tabby title="Poem"] Somebody rings the bell,Shouting loud and long. I open up the door,Trouble is standing strong. Aunty says, “My milk is gone,”Her little dog barks loudly. I say, “This noise is trouble,”She blames me, angry and proud. “You torture...

[tabby title="Poem"] A morning walk in the cemetery—there’s a QR Code on one of the graveslinking to his publicationsguess, heneeds to maintainwork-death balanceafter work-life balance. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Ali Ashhar is an award-winning poet, short story writer and columnist. [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poem"] Bones visible, barely aliveBetter dead than aliveA mother mournsFor her kidsBut who was to mournFor her?Such an imageWas but basicDuring the demonic drought [tabby title="Poet Bio"]  I’m Manasa Reddy Chichili, a poet and short story writer from Hyderabad,...

[tabby title="Poem"] An immigrantChanges soil to soilAttaining rebirth every single timeWhenever someone speaks their languageThey become a dear oneAnd for a short momentThey’re nostalgic for something lostBefore moving on with their new life. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] A short bio of...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sitting by the cool glass of the bus windowWatching unfamiliar blossom treesEndless parade of grey - greenThe vastness of the British landscapeStretched before her abstract painting - beautifulVibrant chaos of Britain's streetsFirst time in years, a strangefullness fills...