Atonement I carefully curved you in an arc, your eyes and the wrinkle between them, bathed you in India ink and rolled you thin, sewed you into patterns, into poems. Now, I dream of using the tip of my blunt needle and my pinpricked thumb to release you from this prison of my creation, and let you diffuse away like jasmine scent carried by our old city’s heavy-handed breezes. Maybe I would find you then on an indistinguishable road of this metropolis, see you from afar and recognize your eyes and the wrinkle between them, the one I sewed and kissed and loved. But, in the clamor of people and their voices, will you hear me when I call your name? I could just as easily lose you in foreign faces on foreign shores, if I unstitch each stitch in rough canvases of old and new poems, without form, without borders, without even origins. I have nested too long in this land of polite distance where I found you, at last. I have forgotten the city where mule c...

  Are you ready? Psyched?  While presenting four poems by four different poets every day during National Poetry Month; prepping for its collaborative bi-monthly literary series with Auburn’s Cayuga Museum and Olive Trees, as well as promoting its 3rd annual fundraiser, “In Spirit of the Harlem Renaissance 2017...Capturing the Blues through Words and Music,” which is a festive presentation of poets and writers accompanied by live Blues music, aaduna is working to get the next stellar issue ready for release. Starting Sunday afternoon, April 23rd and then on a daily basis, aaduna will present snippets from exciting and gifted spring issue contributors such as Jim Ross, Michael Lee Johnson, Darrell Black, Sukrita Paul Kumar, Ella Daniels, Alan Chazaro, Paige Simkins, Fred Chandler, Wren Tuatha, Ethan A. Baker, Mahnaz Kousha, Patrick Howell, Quiana Katumu, Zakiya Milton, James Paul Dunlap, Chaya Bhuvaneswar, Ivory A. McDonald, Dietra Reid, Jerry Vilhotti...

Untitled On their 2,000 th birthday the Greek gods grow green and their lapis encrusted eye is sightless— unsighted thus they gaze in Gaza through a vacant eye (the other) and put out a once youthful hand: lay your best thought here and your most fiery request! carried ashore by Poseidon’s breath-- trapped in a fisherman’s mesh silent-sea-green Apollo lies on a needy child’s bed-spread two fingers severed by his captors who hope that gold is hidden in his flesh © 2014 Judita Pamfil                           Port Hope, Ontario, Canada     Judita Pamfil, (photo provided) * * * Wonder I used to hear the fairies wings fly through my backyard but now the grass is silent as still as a tree. I used to see the dragon hiding in the tree, pl...