Kritya Poetry Movement
It is only the body which knows what it has wrestled with, the arch of throbs and the stitch that dissolves in its own stench. Pain leaves the body morphed, the spirit shook, the mouth hanging and the tongue heaving forever in exasperation.
Send us your poems, share your experiences, talk about the shivering body, the chronic pains, the diseases, the ailments, the green fevers, the chest aches. We want to listen. We want to share.
Mail us your poems for the anthology at email@example.com and firstname.lastname@example.org.
Hybrid forms and translations welcome.
Deadline: June 15, 2019