Poetry

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Shrawan Mukarung | May 26, 2019

Since he heard that “Man has reached the moon”,
our Thuley has left home.

KATHMANDU BLUES REFRAIN

Shefali Upreti | March 8, 2019

The small gods said
that I can’t see past the hill.

A WITCH IN THE NIGHT

Shefali Upreti |

What am I?
A lady? A queen?

WHAT NOBODY SAYS

Aryaa Rajouria |

The kitchen is a silent civil war zone
Bound by wedding rings

THE MUSEUM-KEEPER’S SON

Archana Shrestha |

He was the purple flower with
his palms for leaves
that could hold the
tears passed down
as family legacy.

MAMAGHAR

Ujjwala Maharjan |

Not many people live here anymore.
And those who do, they look like,
they’ve forgotten how to laugh.

Me Too

Itisha Giri | March 16, 2018

Me, too, has a strong-armed will,

a mean swing

for bats and balls, a

wild, mean, streak for elbowing.

Two poems by Wayne Amtzis

Wayne Amtzis | August 27, 2017

Midnight pools catch the brilliant lanterns

carried by women in procession.

Deep into sleep

I follow them home.

Politicians and gods

Eleanor Walsh | August 23, 2016

The streets malinger beneath the tight-lipped sky.

Each stone draws like a weapon.

Each cooking fire is a funeral.