Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Poets and Poems - Priyanka Bhowmick


Swarming up to my spine,
The lusty fingers,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.
Singing the eternal elegies of life,
My mind crumbles with the bygone years,
Played in the tattered strings of seclusion,
Provoking my core with an enormous thrust,
Cracking up my heart with ablaze,
I can hear my blood seethe,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.
The fate of my survival,
The spill of the fiery memoirs,
Tormenting me brutally,
Stabbing my soul second by second,
Tears that streamed down my eyes,
Turned acidic today,
I hear them still bawling,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.

(Published in the Cynic Mag- Aug 2010)

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Wednesday updates - November 3

Penny Harter sends news that she has come through her surgery (for a hysterectomy) very well and is now home recuperating at her daughter's. She thanks everyone for their loving support and prayers during this challenging time. Pathology results indicate that she now is, and will continue to be, just fine.

A new issue of Sketchbook is online:

New poems have been posted on the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature web site:

And here is Dead Mule School of Southern Literature editor, Helen Losse, reading one of her poems: