Spring Poetry (Eternal)
Unlike the poet, you're a wolf by blood: Paws on my back, teeth in my neck. With the city's cheeks full of southwestern wind, You ruffle March ice on the flower-beds. Well, I have had myself a...
Category: Poetry
Status
Yearns for the porchlights of lovers not yet been but cannot also remove those who’ve been and gone. Lover- here-lover-now is tattooed in luminous ink on the thinnest skin of my chest, so no one...
Writer’s Admonishment
Trailing scandal like a scarf, She's lost you neatly in the crowd. And that was the easy part. Today, people ask you for your signature. Last night, you autographed her collarbone. You should really...
Water
These days I imagine a life without you like one might imagine the seas ending – the story moves across barren landscapes flecked with the debris of dead civilizations and people live in tin...
logos lobos
logos lobos, twisty-tongue turbos, trend setters, go getters, trap setters, bloodletters—— howl! prey like owl—— growl! free like fowl—— scowl! be like now—— now! be like now——...
Potohar
Please welcome Kyla Pasha as our newly minted regular columnist. Her column will feature both poetry and articles, with South Asia being the focus of the latter. - The Management. 1. The rivers are...
Commuting
Please note that more of David King's poetry on GlobalComment can be found here. - The Management. Hell begins at six and has six lanes Damp black asphalt, slashed by hard white lines, And crawled by...
Feminine Factory
Women just have to Take care of their needs— She mends her arresting armor, She sculpts her striking sheath, She fine-tunes her fetching frame. She cannot rely on a man for everything. Men exhibit...
The Day Saved
Wonder woman has nothing to do. Sat on her back porch with her underwear still on the outside and a beer in her hand, she knows: Metropolis is fine. The Riddler’s dead. All the vampires exploded...
Victorian Working Class Women
They clink their empty plates every night, to inspire speculation from neighbours that they have food, that they eat too. ii. They save their best dress Not for church, not for a dance. They wear it...