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October 14-20, 2019: Poetry from Samuel Berrettini and Akshaya Pawaskar

Samuel Berrettini and Akshaya Pawaskar

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Samuel Berrettini
samuel.berrettini@gmail.com

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Samuel Berrettini is an intellectual neophyte and undergraduate student at St. John’s College in Annapolis, where he talks about books too much and generally makes himself a nuisance.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Samuel Berrettini and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Domesticity

floral prints, and a whiff
of something inoffensive:
cookies, or perhaps scones,
lying uneaten
in this shell of a house.

 

 

Akshaya Pawaskar
akshaya.pawasker@gmail.com

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Akshaya Pawaskar is a doctor practicing in India and poetry is her passion. Her poems have been published in Tipton Poetry journal, the punch magazine, Efiction India, Ink drift, The blue nib, North of oxford, Indian rumination, Rock and sling and Awake in the world anthology by Riverfeet press. She had been chosen as ‘Poet of the week’ on Poetry Super Highway, featured writer in Wordweavers poetry contest, second place winner of blue nib chapbook contest 2018 and finalist in the poetry matters project contest 2019.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Akshaya Pawaskar and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Calamitous Lessons

When she came,
she came for all of us.
Her fury struck continents.
Her anger melted mountains.
Her hair flowed like lava.
She breathed down
Countries with blood
curdling winds.
She swooped down on
villages and cities
like a colossal raptor
crushing and taking
them all in her wingspan,
razing civilizations,
raving mad over coasts
of the seven seas.
When she came, she was
Blind to colors, deaf to
the chants and
slogans of religion.
Equalizing the rich
And penniless,
touching and pelting
all casteless.
She crossed borders, cared
for no frontiers.
When she came for us
She came without a veil
she chose no gender,
she chose no race.
She came without any guns
And yet when she came
She outgunned us
And left us with our empty
Heart and weapons.

 

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