Morning Reading By Dew

By Wanto Tirta

morning reading by your dew
heart feels light
cool down in the booth time
sense of luminous
opening page
write love with coolness

increasingly dive
feels right
really truth

increasingly embrace
feels right lovingly

April 28, 2013
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Central Java.

Sketch without Ink

By Augustinus Abraham

I open the rice hood
there is a screams hungry echoed
then I closed again

I open the fridge
no demonstrators sounds tearing capitalist brands
then I closed again

I turn on the tv
there is an artists and photo model fuck by the politicians
then I turn off the tv

I went outside the home
watching the concrete muscles of the capital city arm wrestling
ignoring the inconsequential leader's speech

:then I burn another cigarette

Rawamangun, May 12, 2011
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Agustinus Abraham. Lives in Jakarta.

Kala Bendu

By Regi Sastra Sena

In this country...
On dry land, a bird pecked the rocks
Turns up to be fired

In this country...
On dry land, a fish swimming in the sand
Until sahara into ocean

Denpasar, May 1, 2013
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Regi Sastra Sena. Lives in Denpasar.

The Twilight

By Eni Meiniar Gito

Range ocean flavor
Stretching white froth
Our wet air on the shoreline
Hugs tightly linking waves
While still tasted salty
Gulls and fir pay off all of the longing

April 27, 2013
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Eni Meiniar Gito. Lives in Bengkulu.

Pink over Jasmine

By Iwan Simatupang


(To Sitor Situmorang)

There was blood leak
Of care over jasmine
One and only one

There is a growing jasmine
In the kiss of the sea with the desert
Far so far away

Frozen blood
Jasmine wilt
Poultice glaze

There magpie on cactus
There is a cactus in the heart
There chirping spiked

Silent and only silent

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Iwan Simatupang. The poet.

Until My Heart Thrilled

By Sonny H. Sayangbati

Whisper something in my ear
tell the truth
I'm glad to hear it
although many jointed-books

Even harder
do not like dwarves
even the birds were heard
until my heart thrilled

15 April 2013
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Sonny H Sayangbati. Lives in Jakarta.

After The Evening Prostration

By Dharmawan Pawitra

Besides my childs bed
When a self-prostration night
I found a white light moon
infiltrate through the ventilation holes
walls envelop their hearts
as soft colored power
Power of love, power fondly
While the children still asleep
After my evening prostration complete
I kissed cheeks and their little hands
last time I stroked their hair
as proof of the love of a father
from the simple bottom of the hearts
I love God, I love my children
Universe was quiet and calm

Early April 2013
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Dharmawan Pawitra. Lives in Yogyakarta.