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Sitting

POEM           When I sit here, like this, here With you by my side Friend– wise, kind, strong The storm inside my heart Calms down.   It is as if I enter the eye of the…

“A safety guide for artists”, an important tool for artists at risk

REPORT ON THE ARTS         It is a hard time coping with the crisis brought about by the global pandemic and all artists, being part of society are affected as well. On the other hand, it might…

Betweens

POEM           by Erlie A. Lopez Between two words is a space where a thought tarries.   Between two lips is a silence where a hurt lingers.   Between two minds is a gap where each…

Mask

POEM         by Rem Tanauan I’m about to hail a jeepney when I suddenly remember I’m not wearing a mask. I cannot travel with face fully exposed to the public. I did not intend it, I just…

The reinvention of Maria

Poetry       Yesterday while I was sleeping in the dark Many voices stalked my tranquility And the fire inside me burned my hope   Screams of hatred erased my memory Among the shadows of monsters he drew me…

Forgiven

POEM           For growing old For filling –rather spilling—out For the karma of going unnoticed For a rate of success with men since age 48 of: record negative double digits …and still falling (oh my god)…

Blessings

POEM           I know all too well that living often seems to bring nothing but grief. Nevertheless on this extraordinary day I give thanks, and thanks, and more thanks because somehow for no reason at all…

When the Stars Descend from the Heavens

POEM             Each day that comes into our lives Brings some beauty and some sorrows too.   With the sun in its sky And the ground beneath our feet   There, we go on With…

“I’m still 22.” Ilhan Sami Çomak, a poet in a Turkish prison

LITERARY EVENT Last March 8th, Pen Norway celebrated Ilhan Sami Çomak’s birthday. His lawyer, Ipek Özel, said that when Ilham was told about his birthday celebration, he said, “Tell them that after 27 years in prison, I’m still 22.” Ilhan…

Morn Re-born

POEM           by Erlie A. Lopez Morn Re-born   No screech no gnash no scuffles of the daily rush, instead, tweets and rustles on the summer breeze.   I breathe deep and dreamily hum a nymph’s…

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