Ariadne’s Notes: It is a great pleasure to feature the talented musician and artist Don Afero at long last! Please join me in welcoming this talented musician who brings so much life to the world!
Don Afero writes: ” My name is Theophilus Kekrebesi a.k.a DON AFERO . I was born in Ghana in the volta region.I am upcoming musician. I sing and also play guitar and traditional kora . I also do my performances around the capital of Ghana and am also looking forward to share my harmony and melody to the world. 233242631674 email: firstname.lastname@example.org. facebook : don afero”
Ariadne’s Notes: A warm welcome to a talented poet Debashish Haar whose work is both unique and thoughtful. His poems tantalize the reader with such lines as: “nearby cafes sell cups full of stories. “
About the Author: Debashish Haar has been writing poetry since he was a grad school student, and has since been published in numerous quarterlies and monthly literary magazines across the globe. He was the editor-in-chief of the alchemy post magazine (now defunct). He is a follower of surrealism and magical realism schools and believes that content is more important than form; however, he secretly admires metrical masterpieces of Howard Nemerov, Elizabeth Bishop, Dylan Thomas, Robert Frost, etc. He writes in the vicissitudes surrounding our life and times. A Data Scientist during the weekdays, he is a Poet outside his work hours.
In the chaos of this night shadows walk past:
try to hold them, but they slip out of my hands.
In the vastness of the desert (where wind is the eternal master)
life plays a losing game with sand.
I live its confusion, collecting the winnowed remains of some map.
My progress erases each day…
Copyright©2004, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved ®
The confusion of night is trivia
like finding moon
among those possessed
by thousands of window panes.
The darkness pours
in a glass, the drink tastes
like night, and wind turns brittle
In the morning the sun tastes
like lemon tea,
and plays shadow dice during the day.
News items pour in
that smell of poorly brewed coffee;
nearby cafes sell
cups full of stories.
After the nine-to-five
the moment imagines
rain play harp and conch, riding
a wind chariot that never arrives.
Copyright©2009 Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved ®
World Poetry Canada International 24 Hour Peaceathon!
September 21, 2015.
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