First published in Dissent Voice
Freedom is fey. It eludes, seduces with wafting winds, flits with clouds across borders that divide. Yet for that fence, Freedom supped on the blood of men. But did she come? This Freedom with her promise
First published in Dissent Voice
Freedom is fey. It eludes, seduces with wafting winds, flits with clouds across borders that divide. Yet for that fence, Freedom supped on the blood of men. But did she come? This Freedom with her promise
First Published in Dissident Voice
When peace falls like drops, it drips from a tap and stops. There is no water. No water to be had. How can we look, look for peace...
by Mitali Chakravarty, First published in Dissident Voice
Whether to break an egg
from the top or the bottom
was a complex issue for
Gulliver’s friends. They
warred with low-tech
arrows, roped in a giant
friend who showed the
world with his creator’s
pen the futility of such fights.
But now, looming in the
reddened, border-drawn
formerly unbordered skies,
war planes fly. Threats of
mushroom clouds instill fears
of absolute annihilation.
Life, land incarnadined with
wraiths of humans, …