Sirinya

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Sirinya shoots

Sirinya shoots

Satchid Anandan writes

No Time 
 

There is no more time, but

there are some evil deeds

yet to accomplish.

To divide lovers,

to spread hate and harvest death,

to lead a revolution

that denies happiness

to everyone, equally.

All this calls for hard work.

I have the time for it,

and the impatience too.

 

Moses -- Frida Kahlo

 

Satchid Anandan writes

Learning Languages

I would love to learn languages,

Santali, Balochi, Catalan, Slovenian.

In all these tongues

we can say ‘love’;

we can say ‘kill’ too.

It is too late;

no time even to design a time-piece

maybe, I can design a verse-piece

Languages walk past the age of love

bent over a walker.

I too will go,

to the land where I have plenty of time

to learn languages

and then

I will kill you with love. 

Towards the Forest II -- Edvard Munch

Alyssa Trivett writes

Friday/Near Weekend Bliss

I couldn't scrawl a poem 

on the way to work.

My coffee corpse eyes

were rolling down the 

overflowing river

and my carpal tunnel

shocked rollercoaster drop wrists

shook like a swaying couple

at an outdoor Alanis Morissette concert.

I counted seconds at the stoplight

and said a quick prayer today

would go okay.

Now that school is over

I hear fireworks every night

knocking on my window as

unemployed birds wanting to 

have conversations about why

Gary painted his house yellow or

about our new mailman who rips open birthday cards.

I don't keep track.

I just sit in a windowless room

spewing lines seven and a half

patrons will read.

If is worth anything, nowadays,

in a jibber-jabber status update

satisfaction of notifications

and gas tank on E lemme fill up

'fore it hits $4 a gallon again

and neighbors crowd my lawn

to discuss it and siphon

chewing tobacco at me

as I chug down coffee bits

in my morning talk show routine

of my own introversion.

Naomi (Lady) Mitchison --  Percy Wyndham Lewis