By: Debasish Giri CHAPTER ONE – “Crashing Waves, Silent Tears” The silence of the night is broken by the rhythmic crash of the waves—an endless, relentless sound. It almost feels like the ocean is speaking, each wave whispering some ancient…

By John RC Potter           This is not as much about an old antique trunk as it is about my sister, Jo Ann, and perhaps more importantly, about her childhood sweetheart, Paul, whom she married at a very young age…

By James Aitchison Even before the COVID pandemic and harsh lockdowns, loneliness was already a global phenomenon.  Today, one in every three adults worldwide feels they are constantly “lonely” or “very lonely”.  Despite digital connectivity, or arguably because of it,…

By: Jad S. Karkout       In writing Dubliners, Joyce aimed to present a historical account of Dublin and create a vivid portrayal of Irish life. To achieve this, he centered Dublin as a hub of paralysis that afflicted most of…

By: Bruce Levine The Beetle Parade The beetle paradeCrossing the floorSeeking new bound’riesYet trapped by a doorFollow their leaderTo rooms yet remainThe prizes for beetlesIs another refrain Ants Ants live on a farmAnd sometimes they live on a hillIt seems…

Revenge Theory, a captivating novel by Onkar Sharma, has been honoured with the prestigious Literary Titan Silver Book Award for November 2024. This award celebrates Sharma’s thought-provoking work, which has already garnered critical acclaim for its intense exploration of revenge,…

By James Aitchison They called phrenology a science, but it was pure quackery, a pseudoscience that tragically labelled thousands of innocent people as criminals or mentally defective. By running their hands over a person’s skull and judging its shape and…

By: Debbie Tunstall This is my story to tell.You do not get to choose the wordsthat everyone needs to read.They are for me, and for others. If I get cutyou do not get to choose how I bleed,If it tricklesgushesor…

By: Gopal Lahiri Breathing Incense It’s what speaks to us, that corner, that edge of lifefrom which emergesa vitellus of pigment and tinges, like bloodyfiligree of bones,spreading the autumn sky.the daylight is winding down from theshouldered hill.Oleander tree sheds its…

By: Cynthia Pitman Based on true events i. Raindrops wrinkle the river.Soft waves gently slapthe sand where I stand.The trees around mewhisper in the gentle breezethat will soon growinto a wild wind.I stare across the expanse.A lone boat heads home.The…