Month: March 2022

Poem “All a Woman Can Do” by Tiyasha Khanra

All a Woman Can Do

I write poems not only to 
Release my inner hustles and bustles
But by each poem I want to
Reach someone or somewhere.
Life has given me numerous
Odds and evens and I too
Want to return Life something.
And I thought I can start with poems.
In my life I always wanted 
To do all a woman can do.
I wanted to be a breadwinner
And a homemaker alongside.
I wanted to be a writer 
And a lover sometimes.
I wanted to enjoy motherhood.
I wanted to be lifetime 
Supports for many.
Life has given a lot of wounds
and all those are beyond repair.
I often wanted to pay them back 
For I didn't want to save anything.
Yes! I started with poetry 
And it paved my path towards 
All those wish I made someday.

Bio- Tiyasha Khanra is a poetess and an author, lives in Kolkata, India. She has been published on International Times, Inkpantry, Innsaei Journals, Indian Periodical, Ode to a Poetess, Storymirror, Spillwords, The Lakeview Journals, Setu Magazine (forthcoming) and elsewhere. She is a bilingual poet and writes in English and Bengali only. She writes on Female issues, teenage psyche, Modern Issues, Urban crisis, Patriarchy and Christianity.  

Wolfpack Contributor: Tiyasha Khanra

Poetry showcase from Tiyasha Khanra

5 Modern English Haiku and Senryu from Lori A Minor

Lori A Minor (she/they) is a queer, neurodivergent, poet and activist. Recipient of more than 15 haikai awards, they are proud to be included in A New Resonance 12 and to have given presentations at Haiku North America (2019, 2021). Lori’s sixth book, Hot Girl Haiku, is now available.

Lori A Minor (she/they) @loriminorhaiku

loriaminor.wixsite.com/poet
#FemkuMag,editor ubu., editor Otoroshi Journal, co-editor Moth Orchid Press, publisher

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wild aster. . .
my first kiss
with a girl


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blizzard—
he doesn’t let me
get a word in


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all the ways
I could have loved you
barrenwort


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blind date
I can’t stomach
his misogyny


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confusing a glowworm
for a maggot. . . 
body dysmorphia

Taking Pictures in Dark Laundromats by David L O’Nan – Poetry from Bending Rivers

Taking Pictures in Dark Laundromats

He’s always spinning, spinning in dim lights
Eyes follow the floor
The circling of the karmic wheel teeters
A window shaking, the peering out
Foreshadows laughter
Winking eyes and love we’re after
Doubt licks through
the mind is juice and fragments
Comical ears hear nothing but sadness
And Winter months are cold and bent
The wind will blow under the clutching arms of snow
And still the comfort is broken into bits of matter
What is this filth we’re bathing in?
Lint, heat, wet claustrophobic skin
Smiles that look over the ocean’s shores
Where another smile emits from nothing before
Then we rumble, crumbled into aisles of dust
Those who try to save,
their need for lust
Praying hands unite in burning churches
They hope, they grieve, they live for the spin
All the while predicting the evolution of God
Then there are the moments
in which love was spit out of you,
the adoring one
-has been shot with the thoughts of the heart
The heart is left bruised, beaten,
no longer caressing the bleeding
As coarse as sackcloth
As those eyes lift a little
Another light bulb fades
Exit signs flicker
As you remember those rented sighs
Whispers crying “don’t pay for lust”
Then midnight’s bonfire became this morning’s generic toil, dribbled flame
And you’re exhausted, no patience
Cycles ending
You’re a tired feather for the unconscious
And that once bright hammer over your skull,
is now fading
A true carbon copy of the mundane, ill sunlight
Once you step outside, cheers can now erupt
You can be the hero for today
But you still have one sock left missing
Until the next person walks in
and discovers your ghost

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!

Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.

Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today!

Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers

New poem by Lily Maureen O’Nan

Untitled 

Cough, cough.
Where did the light go,
Or what,
Does it really do,
For a mind on chaos,
Drugs?
You said to me,
"Don't go sideways,"
But I slid.
I fell, I stumbled.
Fuck our little, 
Bubble.
Polarized images seek,
To create a society,
Of death,
A culture of depravity.
All I'm left with,
Is thought,
And perceptual discord.


*a poem about psychiatric medication and relapse*

Lily Maureen O'Nan is a non-binary transfeminine, (they/she) writer and psychology major working towards becoming a disability rights activist in the process.  Lily is the sister of editor of site David L O'Nan. 

New Poetry book “Cracked Around the Edges” from Lily Maureen O’Nan (info from Lulu site) 

Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers