Tuesday, 27 October 2020

The Modest Little Wish - Carl Spitteler

In the days when I was little
   had they asked me what I wanted,
What I'd wish for first if wishes
   ever could be really granted,

Monday, 26 October 2020

We Have Everything We Need - Selina Nwulu

We have each become a small world,
spinning from one collision to another.
We scrub cities off our skins
and watch its roads leave tracks in the bath.

Sunday, 25 October 2020

Christ The Word! - Bishop Nektarios of Aegina

Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation
Links my nature to Thine own;
By Thy sore Humiliation,
I am lifted to Thy throne;
By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me
With a zeal to sacrifice,
And to noble life inspired me,—
Hence my grateful songs arise.

Saturday, 24 October 2020

Ghost - Reza Shirmarz

I don’t like the words
“good bye”
between your lips.

Friday, 23 October 2020

How silent are you? - Tabitha M'bawa

You come to take parents and relatives
Leaving the children
Crying
In endless sorrow.

Thursday, 22 October 2020

Fitzy and the Revolution - Ishion Hutchinson

The rumour broke first in Duckensfield.
Fitzy dropped the shutters of his rum shop.
By time it got to Dalvey there were three suicides.
The mechanic in Cheswick heard and gave his woman
a fine trashing; but, to her credit, she nearly scratched his heart
out his chest during the howl and leather smithing.

Wednesday, 21 October 2020

My World - Anonymous

Say goodbye to our courtyard.
Tomorrow we’re setting out on the road,
leaving our little courtyard to be demolished.

Tuesday, 20 October 2020

Only the dog walkers will survive - Oral Arukenova

zhanna’s gonna crash
kurban’s gonna snap
anel’s got a bruise
that fits right under her mask

Monday, 19 October 2020

The Fish Market in Athens - Ivan Theofilov

In the cheerful narrow backstreets
with shops of advertisingly confessive mood
along the motley swarming crowds
where oriental customs reign,
here they are – a commercial cathedral

Sunday, 18 October 2020

Sonnet X - Carlo Maggi

Soul, by thy deep demerit sore distressed, 
Dear to thy Lord — ah! why by woe subdued? 
He asks thy love: — but thou wouldst love exclude 
For love must fail, if hope forsake the breast!