Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973. She has been living in Italy since 1995. She has published 9 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian and Italian. Angela Kosta is deputy editor-in-chief of the international newspaper Albania Press and A New Window. Se is also a translatorContinue Reading
Acrostic Poem “Special” – Linda Edwards S ignature style is what I avoid, my unique P ersonality being more important. I try to E xcel in me being me – and choosing my C reativity instead. Being different I choose I ntelligence and that is a good call and anContinue Reading
Sample The Extreme Sonnet By Emile Pinet Escaping from boredom and frustration, you evade reality within dreams. Where, though you’ve never had a vacation, you can climb tall mountains and fish fast streams. Magic exists in the kingdom of sleep; it’s a never-never land of your own. And as youContinue Reading
Poems By E. Martin Pedersen Jigsaws spend it working jigsaw puzzles fitting the one into the other. When I ran a chain of vending machines I had few worries and little means Fill the stacks in the racks Empty the coins with a clack Whistle while you snack In anContinue Reading
Niginabonu Amirova’s two poems 1. On the river bank There is a lonely house on the bank of the river, Who was he watching and waiting for? There are green trees all around, itʼs crowded,Sometimes itʼs lonley Sometimes. Thousands of people come every day. This house is a refuge forContinue Reading
CONNECTION Given Mukelabai Kolomu With you, I feel a deep heartfelt affection, The bond between you and me is as strong as steel. Our souls are entwined like vines in a lush garden, Life is a journey and you’re my favorite destination. Hand in hand, together we form a beautifulContinue Reading
Parvej Husen Talukder’s Existence of happiness in love I am pure as a star Soft as a rose petal And beautiful like a- Garden Croton’s Beauty. In love with your mind like Cloud Red lips like red of blood With eyes full of hope Or in the fertile warm ofContinue Reading
A Better Tomorrow Emile Pinet From my window, I see children at play, their color blindness encourages me. They do not let skin shades stand in their way playing there together, where all can see. I hear laughter with no sarcastic sting, there are no racial slurs used to degrade.Continue Reading
Colours without Name By Michael Hislop The Heavens are aflame Oh Look The Sky wears violet crimson Her burst asunder Spilling clouds of yonder Sights of beyond wonder Colours without name MH 15.10.2023Continue Reading
Pair of Morning Crows on a Lawn After the Rains Ryan Quinn FlanaganContinue Reading