My bloated thoughts in my withered body swimming through the turbid emotions unperturbed unmoved un-oscillating dead and stale lying motionless in the stench of the old memories I sit and sip time my haggard face and the crestfallen soul carries those inundated tales of pain through the thin stale air in the room carrying the silvery dustContinue reading Healing-Megha Sood
The air is bit heavier today. Smiling is a cross — heavier than the last one And I am not ready to fall. I don’t think I have the energy to get up for another swing. My heart is heavy today. Great-grandmother told me God is up there somewhere But I now know for sure,Continue reading Raped — One Pamela Pusumane
At eight, I used to read the newspaper aloud. I read, “A GIRL OF 3 RAPED BY 7.” My aunt, horrified, said, “Who puts such news in the newspaper, people don’t have sense.” I searched for the word in the dictionary: dominance / conquest. I asked my mother to divide my hair into six platesContinue reading Bad Touch – mahish.asur-mar.dini.
This poem is part of the series on the Global Exploitation of Women. Rape is a severely under-reported crime with surveys showing dark figures of up to 91.6% going unreported. A United Nations statistical report compiled from government sources showed that more than 250,000 cases of rape or attempted rape were recorded by police annually. The reported data covered 65 countries. 1 out of every 6 AmericanContinue reading Lucky-Megha Sood
I started Early – Took my Dog –And visited the Sea –The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me –And Frigates – in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands –Presuming Me to be a Mouse –Aground – opon the Sands –But no Man moved Me – till the TideWent past my simple Shoe –And past my Apron –Continue reading I started Early – Took my Dog- Emily Dickinson
After my fear of teeth being twisted, cut, pulled like plugs for barbaric bloodletting, after the mask covers my nose and the nitrous has reduced my hands and feet to far-off sensations, thoughts fly from my body and laugh from above. But I endure, rise, retreat from the chair, no longer still, no longer theContinue reading Still Life in the Oral Surgeon’s Chair – Robin Wright
Little white love, your way you’ve taken; Now I am left alone, alone. Little white love, my heart’s forsaken. (Whom shall I get by telephone?) Well do I know there’s no returning; Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done. All of my days are gray with yearning. (Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.) Little whiteContinue reading Now at Liberty-A humorous break-up poem by Dorothy Parker