Willow Sunday - Anonymous

It’s not me hitting you,
It’s the willow hitting you,

Watching Raindrops - Celestine Kulagoe

On a rainy day when the clouds are thick,
charged with lightning, I love
to sit by the roots of the banyan tree,

Empty Confesions of Time - Nkosilathi Sibanda

Of lived fantasies at dark spots,
to the hard to remember night outs,
coupled with joys and fears.

On a blind girl - Baha al-Din Zuhayr

They called my love a poor blind maid;
I love her more for that, I said;
I love her, for she cannot see 

These grey hairs which disfigure me 

Our Homeland - Michel Lentz

Where the Alzette slowly flows,
The Sauer plays wild pranks,
Where fragrant vineyards amply grow
On the Mosella's banks;
There lies the land for which we would
Dare everything down here,
"Our own, our native land which ranks
Deeply in our hearts."

Scattered or alone - Bruce Levitan

The blue
of a clear sky
is just
I L L U S I O N
Rayleigh scattering

Do not obey - Edouard J. Maunick

When you are ordered
to shoot
at the terrified
horrified crowd.

Raighnbow - Sharah Parks

Biutafel cullers

Alll twingcling in the scki

Here I stand - Simon Ng'uni

A man. Borne riddle in places.
This curvature of space. All that needs to fill,
Only a stroke. Working to undo errant stitches
More than a needle thread. A loom with which to.

That World of Rapture - Kim Su-yeong

Even at the sound of the song
Of the flying creatures that pass over the roof where l live
I try not to be enraptured.