By: Bruce Levine Frozen embers Icicles outlining The skyline of cities Rooftops covered with snow Drifts blown across highways Festooning the landscape In marshmallow white While barren fields That once grew corn Reaching for the sky Replaced with snow mountains…

By James Aitchison Thomas Ince was the “Father of the Western” and made 800 silent movies.  He pioneered the disciplined, assembly-line system of movie making.  He was the first man who produced more than one film a week.  He built…

By: Gulshan Ara Is our planet on its course to a perilous journey?Planet Earth, being born five billion years agoOrbiting around the sun ever sinceNow seem to be on its course to a perilous journey! There seems to be a…

By: Mahathi THE PRIEST How fortunate you’re O our holy priest;You stay always so nigh to Almighty.Before the dawn, you bathe, and turn to eastTo pray the Sun and Mother Gayathri. You bathe the deities, apply sandal woodSmooth paste, adorn…

By: Bruce Levine Winter Images Winter windsand icicles at dawnParades of snowmenin family groupingsWrapped in scarvesand derby hatsHoliday grogand festive eveningsAs carolers serenadethe yuletide seasonFlasks hiddenin inside coat pocketsA nip againstthe cold winter chillFrozen lakesfiled with boats and skatersAnd fishing…

By James Aitchison Once revered for its convenience, plastic is becoming a curse.  Certainly, it was a curse for its inventor.  He died a lonely eccentric, bitterly at war with his son.  His wealth then became a curse for his…

By George Oliver 10:04 I don’t belong in here. I’m an unwelcome guest, greeted perfunctorily but never appreciated. I neither embrace nor dispel a narrative of escape, despite the possibility that I don’t have to be here.          I do belong…

By: James Aitchison Water: colourless, slippery, life-giving, eternal.  Deserts: dry, gritty, hostile, awesome.  Both the blue and desert humanities have diverse, textured relationships with humans.  Why are we so drawn to both? From vast, turbulent oceans to the local fountain…

By: Neven Dužević Dream about a fish (from the fish trilogy) I used to throw netsMuch without reason and without gravityI was catching all sorts of thingsSmall and large-mouthed fishMonkfish from the depthsAnd eels from the shallowsSea cats graze the…

By James Aitchison Being branded a traitor is bad enough, but having your name used to describe one is another matter entirely.  Today, dictionaries define a “quisling” as a traitor who collaborates with an enemy force occupying their country.  Many…