Longing

By Saut Poltak Tambunan

Traces stork
Refuge in the hut
You do not come

Bekasi. November 20, 2011
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Saut Poltak Tambunan. A writer. Lives in Bekasi.

When Must Say It

By Dalasari Pera

what would be in vain
if I preach
a handfuls of mushrooms
had sent to your nights?

fully convinced, I fulfill
knowing that love can not be perfect
not you are making enough
then I love thee
follow the flow
because the estuary where you're in a full moon
is an undeniable mystery

Belawa, November 5, 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Woman's writer. Lives in Makassar.

And I Remember You as the Rain

By Skylashtar Maryam

And I remember you as the rain
points are tiptoeing thin drizzle over the top of your chest gutters
then fell to my lips
lips are numb, aching wait for a jest

I still remember you as the rain
hurricane shade in the dry season
dry winds flying from your eyes into my tongue
an agile tongue dance sheen babble

of you who do not know the way home
about which I can only remember

face in the rain

Bandung, November 4, 2011
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Skylashtar Maryam. A writer and a poets. Works in Bandung.

After the Death

By August Suhardono

Always a surprise
that bring memories to follow, the light flickering.
Why did they enter it. Like a blurry picture television spots.
Silently dripped gently on an electric substation.

Slowly go without knowing in a twilight of the rainy season
the leaves are still not want to say hello.
They are like a sheet of paper which scratched from an old record.
Many of the names listed in a quiet, cool.

Still available to enjoy the beauty of your days
but the shadows were more real than the tired bodies.
The cowboys of the hero does not really matter anymore
shelter behind all the power and arrogance.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

smile

By August Suhardono

On Sunday, this is what makes happy
When the moment arrives
but tomorrow
there is still the sun shines
in the dark fog
When we must rise up and live.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

The Last of October

By Ratih Ayu

The more lights up and up...
hit the self can not stand.
Last week of October.
Bang calling.
I still blinked my eyes.
The world was too quiet, not wanting
looking for loopholes
where the voices of tired
peeking around the horizon.

October 25, 2011
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Ratih Ayu. A student, lives in Jakarta.