“It’s raining again./ they don’t tell you about the/ rain/ before you come/ or the cold or the clouds…” Weekend poem, by Samuel Usayd Ilyas.
“add measured doses of sex/ and cigarettes./ yes,/ measured….”
Weekend poem, by Shobhana Kumar.
“I have painted/ The whole sky/ With coloured dust/ As you are coming.” Weekend poem, by Umakanta Mohapatra. Translated from Odia by Bibhudatta Mohanty.
“There were only skeletons at the prom but/ Tārā was not afraid…” Poem of the Week (April 22), by Ottilie Mulzet.