By Tabussum Sumaiya Trembling twilight chills as shadows lengthen wide, Where dying sunsets bow and hidden terrors bide. Wild silhouettes drift lonely in the night’s cold clutch, While frost weaves silver veins through fields of grass. Through brittle flakes, the…

By: Suman Mondal He was waiting inside the bar. He knew I would come and sit with him. We usually do this. I hardly get time to drink at home; my family always keeps their austere eyes on my life,…

By: James Aitchison (a dada pantoum) life is cheap, death more expensivelook for medicines and wisdom in songdada = a padded refuge of serpentine complicationscolonial syllogism — no more urinary passages! look for medicines and wisdom in songdada is a…

By: Ramlal Agarwal The Nobel Committee for Literature awarded Anne Carson the 2026 Nobel Prize, recognising her bold, inventive verse, her playful dialogue with the classical tradition, and her creation of new forms in contemporary literature. Carson has long studied…

By: Feride Güney Sometimes you read something and stop. The writer has not taught you anything new; on the contrary, they have said, before you could, something you have carried inside you for years without ever finding a name for…

By: Wang xiaoli After the Start of Autumn, though the twenty‑four “autumn tigers” still cling to lingering summer heat, repeated showers have brought temperatures down considerably. No longer sweltering like mid‑summer, the weather has turned milder. Beyond the compound walls…

By: Jim Bates Autumn hills rollingLike big bright bowls of Fruit LoopsColorful and sweet. Lone Sugar Maple Exploding blaze orange color Brightens a grey day. Fall geese migrationHuge flocks heading south honking Farewell until spring. Autumn leaves drifting Like golden…

By: De’Ashia Wallace I’ve never done this before. He told me it was okay to be nervous.Most people would be. I’m finally going to do itafter months of telling myselfthat this wouldn’t change me. He said I would feel amazing,like…

By: James Aitchison Why are those who make us laughthemselves so often distressed?Why does sorrow haunt humor?Why does genius hide depression?Is manic mirth a form of madness? Are their smiles a frail facade —their jokes a masterful deception?And when they…

By: James Aitchison On 5 February 1916, at Number 1 Spiegelgasse in Zurich, the Cabaret Voltaire opened its doors. Performances of poetry and music were promised, and young artists were invited to bring along their own ideas and contributions.  On…