Poems by Wayne Amtzis

Wayne Amtzis | April 25, 2016

The stomach suffers immensely / It suffers from lack.

Jhunkyang: the last dream

Guru T Ladakhi | February 8, 2016

It’s midwinter and soon time for Losar / time also to cast aside our failures and regrets / and propitiate the deities for the New Year.

के म तपाईको फोटो खिच्न सक्छु?

क्षितिज | January 28, 2016

खिच्नोस् खिच्नोस् / कसरी बसम्? यसरी? / कि यसरी?

Kathmandu sojourn

Carsten Smith-Hall |

Broken stonework, sharp edges. I feel them / cutting my cheeks and chest. Maybe / someone took my legs?

The capital above the capital

Rabat | December 31, 2015

Let’s sit beneath this sky
strung with nine hundred thousand lights
and drink bowls of this old chyāng

My bastard child

Itisha Giri | September 15, 2015

You – my bastard child, you have learnt to speak, after years

I have created

Itisha Giri | July 17, 2015

I have created –

a country for you where your fractured self

lives by multiple names

I lie down

Wayne Amtzis | June 1, 2015

With not enough tomorrows to go round, and all yesterdays in short supply

Night closes in

Wayne Amtzis | May 16, 2015

Night closes in with its breath taking grip/ Night that walks in the guise of day.