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Fiction

By: Brian ScottThe first thing Katrin did was announce herself. She did it in the foyer outside the men’s room, the moment Martin and I brushed shoulders: a sweetness with a skin on it, like warm milk left standing. “Is…

Poetry

By: Ananya S Guha Darkness descends even as it is dayIs darkness a colour meant only for the night? Strange October silencesAs winter whispers- I am arrivingOnly the scattered leaves say that autumnHas already come, another season But winter is…

Poetry

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Potentiate Whenever encountering increases in powers that might maim,Could kill, mostly present aftereffects of implacable persons,Whose homas fill up medical wards, also cemeteries,It’s best to avoid escalations. All in all, catastrophic happenings rarely result from buildupsOf…

Fiction

By: Gregory Ballinger Peter Doyle opened his work emails and sipped his coffee, a morning ritual he had honed into a fine art. Scanning through his messages, he noticed an obscure spam email that had somehow slipped through the net…

Poetry

By: Richard Dulgheriu Resentment I don’t rememberwhen I became angry.That’s the problem.There was no morningwhen I woke upand decidedto hate the world a little.It happened quietly.A little from my father.A little from being poor.A little from watching peoplehave thingsI was…

EssayLiterary criticism

By: James Aitchison Enid Blyton’s books have sold more than 600 million copies in more than 90 different languages.  More than a million Famous Five books are still sold worldwide each year.  She published 753 titles over her 45-year career,…

EssayLiterary criticism

By: Ilakya Thenmozhi Until 2009, Sujatha enjoyed an unparalleled dominance over the Tamil science fiction landscape—a fact that is hardly disputed. Though occasional attempts at science fiction emerged from other writers during this period, Sujatha remained its undisputed central figure,…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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,…

Poetry

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…