Flapping its pitch-black wings, The raven soars high As it sings Its haunting song; Perched on a naked tree branch No camouflaging le...
Untitled by Didem Kaya
She got used to this creaky bed, to these old and torn curtains, even to the leaky ceiling I can get used to anything, she thought After ...
Bittersweet or Just Bitter? by Cansu Tüzmen
I am the words yet unspoken. I am the broken-winged bird longing to fly. I am the child picturing dead dreams. I am the star crav...
The Bonfire by Cem Ergin
If you have some time in your concrete jungles Set your life on fire! You will see no smoke or no sweetly waving old ruby flames; o...
Miracles by Cansu Tüzmen
Hope drifts to the end of the cliff, and hesitates for a moment of deep breath, scraping it all into his mind. Then, waves carry the...
Mulberry Swing by Başak Sunar
With mulberries, irresistible, Staring at her, An idea appeared in the little girl’s mind. The world, painted purple, Was wait...
Bears & Humans by Talat Dinç Çiftçi
Bears are superior To humans. They have a Sense of smell that saves Their lives. They can swim As swift as Phelps And run As quick...
The Quarrel by Nazlı Ercan
A girl opens a green covered math book and hears… Do not assume that We are alike We might have the same digits Yet we are ...
Oases and Mirages-Nine Things within the Desert by Kutay Onaylı
“Dear grandfather,” I asked, holding tight the bonny neck of my camel mount, “how do I know if this is an oasis or a mirage in...
Flick to the Mind by Bora Tosun
I see a bullet Sharp as Iraqi sun A bird grasps it with it's feet The cloud engulfs the bird Strikes him with lightning I see...
Five Ways to Understand Hands by Esin Aşan
I. newly washed with the fresh smell of soap, the hand breaks into a lavender bouquet: some petals lilac some blue, but ...
Five Ways of Looking at a Mirror by Recep Çelebi
I The mirror is a true friend. It never lies unless you want it to. II A frosty-haired man tries to stand. T...
The Order by Kaan Serdar
Nothing new Everything is the same No difference People are just coming And leaving. While one does the cooking, The other one was...
by Deniz İnal
pitch white brightest black flying spots, dancing to no music from the stereos of your eyes. Your blood pressure isn...
First three lessons are not for free by Deniz İnal
through the bars you recieve your first lesson testing its malleability as a precaution you learn how to count to ten then try to match thes...
Her eyes, my eyes by Yusuf Kumtepe
Her eyes are closed and safe Under the scarlet hair, adorned with verbenas Red and blue daisies Embellishes the yellowness of dress Stan...
Mirror Rain by Ceren Soylu
Tiny crystals just fallen mirroring the sights, doubling the pretty face and Completing the crippled leg Over small pools. Polishing th...
George by Gürol Gezer
The feelings of a nitro glycerin can electrocuted in the abscence of air. The irregular pulses of the charmeleon kept in the high pressure o...
Brian Blur by Ece Ada
Brian Blur needed to be convinced, yet he was refusing to agree actually for no reason. Talking nonsense with his irritably high decibel and...
Vanishing Bazaar by Değer Turan
The bazaar was slowly vanishing by the night Oil lamps, carpets, flying monkeys spreading their wings Within their cages, reflecting the ble...
AnAchronism by Alp Özçelik
I look at you And I see the enjambment in your eyes That I sometimes see. Whenever I remember the day That rolled away ever-so-quietly, ...
Night #3 by Jake Becker
At night we in our tiny tiny tiny world can't sit still we can't sit still we can't sit still Can't w...
Smashed and Scattered by Jake Becker
When bombs explode in between books And words and their meanings make a truce And three-legged dogs start getting looks while the moon and t...
The Story of the Seasons by Cem Tecimer
W hispering, the bird said to the tree: I t’s cold and I’m going, what about thee? N ay, I’ll stay and you shall be free T hen it will arriv...
Mr. Jones and Mr. Brownstone by Rafet Karaoğlu
Mr. Brownstone looked at the bartender with a grin on his face. Then turned to his friend sitting beside him:“I told you Jones,...
Why I Quit Being a Night by Cem Ergin
I was a knight once. I really was. Not that kind of knight who has shinny armor of iron, galloping horses with speed of light; swords as sh...
It's A Wonder by Andrew LaRaia
It’s a wonder how I lived so long without the sound of a harmonica and scratching strings on a slightly out of tune guitar. It’s a won...
Self Reflection by Elif Altaş
Sitting in my apartment I looked and looked From far away and from up close From left and from right From up and from down Staring at the on...
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