[tabby title="Poem"] do people live there –there by the foot of the hillwith their goats and cattle do their kids with no toysplay with rats and spiders,eat snakes for cakes how many storms have they battled with?in shacks displaying their...

[tabby title="Poem"] today we are forced to modify our dreams dream less and less of economic freedom for all today we are forced to hide our thoughts of disappointments in this half freedom land and its torturous tales of rage...

[tabby title="Poem"] We are the ones from broken homes Our hearts wear permanent scars And our souls know only cold wind from open windows of their winter hearts – Whose children are we supposed to be When even the world...

[tabby title="Poem"] The people next door Don’t care much about philosophy They don’t care About this collapsing economy - Every Saturday morning The boy next door Puffs a cigarette outside While talking soccer with his friends His mother joins the...

the courage to be oneself the coffee mug stands erect on the floor and take note of that shoe under the stool and my books lying everywhere – check this hard-bound copy of Rainer’s poems lying wide open like thighs...