Duska pays her tribute to one of 20 th century’s important woman writer, Isidora.* Fifty years, fifty summers, you have lain here, my Isidora, knitting moonlight in Topčider Cemetery,...
The romanticism of torn petals hidden in song books is precious for a girl. Blue Eve captures its essential enigma. Pressed between pages that are read no more, Brishti still...
Duska’s intense and evocative poem of many people around us. There are people you don’t have to talk to understand them. You don’t have to see them regularly send...
Bruce addresses a pertinent social issue in the poem. Our enemy is faster Without doubts and Unencumbered by the cloth of ethics Without mercy Wearing skins of every race...
Duska sees the individual, the lover, in nature. She transcends the small self to seek truth in the greater self. You come seek shelter open your mouth but there’s...
Ipsita celebrates the beauty of majestic hills wrapped in a veil of light drizzle. Imagine the hills As twilight descends And the clouds come down To settle on the...
Here’s a love poem by Duska that works at many levels, the sensuous, personal and the divine. On a dark veil of my confused night with your finger, like...