Rosanna Bonci – A lucky boy I’m a lucky boy. Sure I am. Because as a ten-year-old, I’m allowed to travel to Europe! Happy and grateful I am, on the Lungotevere of Rome, the eternal city. Today is a special day, March 20th, the start of spring. Dad and mom have organized a … Read more
HATE Poem HATE by: Alaha Ahrar I hate to see hatred I hate to see everyone faded I hate not seeing any hope I hate not being able to cope I hate to see how people are after each other, I hate to see most people live in fear I hate these rockets, bombs, and killings … Read more
Sanja Arsenovic – Goodwill God has given us two hands: one to give, second to receive. We are all humanitarians, in our own ways: My way is reaching out, to all the aching souls out there, with my poems God bless us all! GOODWILL Small town lady, was born to hold dreams: showing … Read more
AN OPENING FOR A NOVEL (excerpt from my book “Extraordinary Story of a Turnskin”) “…And suck the blood of all thy race.” (George Gordon Byron) “…and people do not, as a rule, believe in Vampires!” (Stanislaus Eric Stenbock. The Sad Story of a Vampire) In the summer of 1888, a group of good friends … Read more
The Winter Tremble blank verse by Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898), my translation Always slow, among flowers and deities, the clock striking thirteen. Who previously owned this Saxon clock? Picture them bringing it from Saxony by those old slow stagecoaches. (Weird shadows looming over the old windowpanes.) Who did ever look at oneself in the Venetian … Read more
The Butterfly by Afanasy Fet (1820-1892) You’re right. An outline of Air I am so sweet. My velvet with its living blinking– only two wings. Don’t ask me whence, what brought me, where I speed. I light the flower down, here, and now I breathe. How long, so aimless, so effortless, I want to … Read more
Dark night has choked daylight. Day is dead. It won’t come back to senses any more. You killed the time again. You must be mad To waste the only treasure you afford. Time is for living not for false alarm About future and the outcome Of the events that are not bringing harm Just now. … Read more
Translated from Russian by Victor Sklyarov (Russian original and her other poems are at www.allthelyrics.com ) I don’t want you to be neither lover, nor friend, nor the kind. Remain sole like the wind got entangled low in dust. And my words will empoison return route you wont find, Our ships having touched sculls at … Read more
When I was in the middle of my school years my family moved from suburbian 1-flat private house to 2-room state-owned standard flat on the other end of the city of Krasnodar. I remained in the same school since there were only 2 advanced English studies schools in Krasnodar. Each day (save Sunday) I voyaged … Read more
Translated from Russian by Victor P. Sklyarow We are not destined to embrace The way our word percepted is And the compassion, like God’s Grace, Depends on Heaven we’re beneath Victor P. Sklyarow is an experienced translator and poet from Novorossiysk, Russia.