Poems by Ivan Kostka

At Home Abroad My feet may take routes on but my head’s always been in the same clouds, native to every sky, that drift like continents roots in foreign soil knowing no boundaries.

‘I Jigsawed a Song or Two’

A Note on the Poetry of  Joel David Creating art is not a matter of expressing emotions alone. Once when an artist moves away from mere dabbling in art to a more serious pursuit of his (or her)… Read More

Poems by Joel David

The Bowl of Silence Joel V. David