GloMag (February 2017): Edited by Glory Sasikala: 9789385945786: Amazon.com: Books


Got a poem’Let Me Go’ in this stupendous issue of GloMag which is a print issue and will be in national libraries in India.

Let Me Go

When you sit with me on the bench, your arm
around my shoulders, I wonder
Will the sun ever cease to be?
It is a homecoming of sorts
The birds, done with twittering
are settling into a twilight made soft with twigs
Dusk is a tender stole
thrown over us, silently
The gold drowns abruptly
like a cold word in a warm heart
leaving us staring at an aftermath of glory
Could you slide your fingers a little bit down?
There is a sorry dream stuck there
-a tiny rustle of wings
squirming to meet a breeze
Let me go now
so that I can follow that bird
across the darkening fields
and to you, return
before it is too late

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GloMag November 2016 – Page 194


‘REVISITING’ finds a home in this beautiful November 2016 issue of GloMag.

GloMag is the coming together of writers in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions – and the visual interpretation of these. – Page 194

Read the complete poem Here ☛☞Source: GloMag November 2016 – Page 194

And the Complete Magazine Here ☛ ☞https://www.joomag.com/magazine/mag/0326287001479836172/p1

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‘Untagged’ in GloMag Sept 2016


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UNTAGGED

I do not remember
the things you said to me
about me, for me
I keep no tabs, no written words
no saved files, no cut-copy-paste replicates
nothing to prove their existence
and ruthlessly level any secret hollows
where they might creep in unnoticed
and with passion, couple

Still they survive
curling up into tender silences
when we meet
stretching out the little time between us
into valleys
uncontainable
®Reena Prasad

GloMag August 2016


GloMag August 2016 is here! Happy to to have a poem titled ‘Looking In‘ at page 91. Lots of good friends have sent in their work for this issue. The preface by Robert Klein Engler titled ‘After the end of poetry‘ is a must-read.
“If you say that word’beauty’ one more time, I’m gonna puke” 😆😷
Won’t say it but this one is a b- – – -y of an issue.
Source: GloMag August 2016

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Kollam -A home on the banks of Ashtamudi Kayal.         Pic Credits  : Reena Prasad

Looking In

After years of living in houses with numbers,
names seem quaint
I like to read each one on gates
that grow bigger, taller with every passing year
The ones with the highest walls
have the tersest names
‘Vision’ is a mansion with huge, embellished gates
that hit my eyes when I try to see beyond their black sculptures and wrought iron
‘Kovallathu Veetil Kunnampurathu Sasi Nivas’ proclaims a one room shack
barely bigger than its name plate
Some bark at my curiosity,
chasing my footsteps till where their wall ends
Others have lonely, cold noses
sniffing over the hot concrete at my palm
trying to dissolve their jailhouse demeanor
The ones I love best have no walls
or gates
but bushes full of shoe flowers or rose
The bus is a mobile neighbour
The street is their doorway
Children read on the verandah floor
A cow looks in at the window
Fat hens cluck, digging busily in the dirt
The people in them look out and smile back easily
That I can smell and see them eat their tapioca and fish
from the street
is no deterrent to their happiness
or to mine
©Reena Prasad