Poem: Our Moon (the video). written & recited by Natasha Devalia Music: Cascading Sakuras composed & played by Leila Kassar Footage: Nok Chuanpit, Santosh Perla Video Artist: Nok Chuanpit
I’m honoured my pamphlet ‘Unseen Veins’ was chosen as 2nd runner up in the 2022 Aryamati poetry prize for pamphlets on the theme of social change and peace. Thank you for the recognition, Fly on the Wall Press. [About 'Unseen Veins': In this poetry pamphlet, the complexities of how we label ourselves and where we … Continue reading Unseen Veins – Runner Up!
“A publisher with a conscience.” That’s the tagline that Fly on the Wall Press, a small, independent publisher out of Manchester goes by. I’ve enjoyed multiple poetry pamphlets they’ve published including “Warriors” by Sundra Lawrence, “History of Forgetfulness” by Shahe Mankerian, and “Aftereffects” by Jiye Lee. After the summer holidays I was reminded of the … Continue reading Unseen Veins – Short list – Aryamati Competition for Poetry
One left home, traveled across the seas to study, then to study further. He found a job in a city. There, he met his love. They held hands and moved across the seas, to a third and neutral place, together. Both landed as strangers in a new world; their separate pasts and ideas packed into … Continue reading My Two Brothers
for her hips sway and fingers say what lips may from ‘75 to twenty-O-five for whom explosions have shattered the most stubborn slivers of hope fast forward to 2020 - now she crawls in the shards soaked in her own piss and blood The port of Beirut on 4/8/2020, (image from the Bangkok Post)
A crown of moons appear in dreams, the five of them merged as one. Around a table they sit, they speak of being, doing, of light and dark. “....all are equal in madness and in dreams,” they say. I hear: mwenye, hindiye, lao wai, gweilo, farang. Stand tall, ground your feet, my children kneel, defy … Continue reading Crown of Moons
are the sweet, thick, honey that flows through me from the top of my head, between my breasts, into my hips, down to my toes. You — are the pure nectar that thrills me to bloom, for You — leave a trail; petals of affection and admiration behind my every step You — are my … Continue reading You —
museum of the soul, portal to heaven, vastness of blue, an oeuvre d’art, grey lines shaded in, contours of sharks, ships, orange luminescence changes the painting, flying bats enliven— a new perspective; a sliver, a twinkle, at this temple all are welcome.
I trip and slip through the cracks, free fall into the dark of the underworld, into the depths of past lifetimes. Gravity pulls me down and back a few hundred years, to be buried deep beneath the roots, where the air is cold and damp. And then, a feather of warmth lightly flutters over my … Continue reading Into the Light
As the knife stabs you, Our hearts bleed. As you withdrew We wondered what you need. Trust these words, From up above. Take your time, We send you love. “It’s a forced time of healing,” For you, I’ve been told. Together our hearts are beating. O, what a time to behold.