Harbinger Asylum Farewell at Java Owl
Enjoyable farewell event to Houston’s Harbinger Asylum at Java Owl.
reading poetry
MANIFESTO XYZ 2023 by Tarik Havok
Decolonize!Criticize!The last cracker who attacked my praxisWoke with a Glock in his Gluteus Maximus!Shitting False consciousnessAnd anti Brown evilInto the toilet of truthSmearing the White Devil! To You Doomer Zoomer YouthGo DEI or Motherfuckin DIE!Turn your flaccid sausageInto a tasty trans cherry pieOoze that new Communist coozeWith Revolution’s Pink EyeOnto the ugly face of Racist […]Read Post ›
Kibbutz on a Sea of Glass by Dustin Pickering
Poem combining social utopia with personal spiritual uplift
Pearl Harbour by Priyanka Banerjee
Poem on Pearl Harbour by Priyanka Banerjee
Beloved by Priyanka Banerjee
Love’s curse, sin’s death, epiphanic venture of the proud moment, curves and turns! The still lake of crooked instincts ruin the paralyzed soul, Searching for a half bent bough breeding another lore of The Native shore. The deepest utterances relish painless sighs. Waves of light play with the surge of the river Nile – Mysterious […]Read Post ›
Genocide on WE Rohingya by Mg Aung Brilliant Kyaw or Muhammad Siraj
Rohingya refugee Muhammad Siraj writes of ongoing Rohingya genocide. Resources to help!
Mother, I Climbed by Melissa Chappell
Melissa Chappell, a Lutheran pastor, writes a haunting story of love.
Beasts and Bastards by Priyanka Banerjee
Bengali poetess Priyanka Banerjee writes of the rage of betrayal and the secrets of the heart.
Launch of Ethos Literary Journal (ELJ)
Calcutta, July 14, 2018. The weather was whimsical today in Calcutta, but what has ever stopped the city’s booklovers? People turned up in respectable numbers at Gallery Gold, on occasion of the formal launch of Ethos Literary Journal’s debut edition. The journal was launched by the publisher, Hawakal Publishers, in the presence of the editors […]Read Post ›
Drink Paint by Willie Smith
I wanna drink paint. Gallons of to-die-for lead base. Put color in the old GI. Experience room temperature good ice cream consistency. Taste a spike sledged through the throat, pin ya to the wall. I plan to drink till paint pupils orange pith white; skin gangrene early blackberry green. I wanna die from ochre, from […]Read Post ›
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