Torn pages
By: Stephen Faulkner When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms […]
The Tale of Four
By: Medha Godbole Singh Shruti scuttled about in the kitchen, giving finishing touches to the pasta salad and Matar Paneer. She garnished the Paneer with Coriander and added a dash of oregano […]
All about the Owl Métier
By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then […]
Portraits of Failed Leadership: Rhee Syngman and Mohammad Ashraf Ghani
By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over […]
‘The Limits of Metaphor’ and other poems
By: David Francis The Limits of Metaphor People get off the busthat’s lit up like an ocean linerin front of the neon burglar-barredfood store-tattoo-modeling studioand they disperse in all directionsthey might be […]
Cornerstone
By: JW Burns Alan sat in a puddle. “…doesn’t pay enough. Twice in three months I’ve had to call my father just to get by—you know how I hate that—so I’m […]
Rakibul Hassan’s Joler Gopon Golpo: Exploration of Human Pain
By Mohammad JashimUddin Rakibul Hassan is a promising poet of 1990s. He has published more than twenty books of poetry and has written eight novels including Agnika Andhar, a novel that boldly […]
The strand
By: James Aitchison There is a patternto which all life adheres.Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,for destiny wills otherwise.Your life is a strand on my loom.Embedded in your pure and sinner selfare qualities […]
‘Tattered Diary’ and other poems
By: Mahathi TATTERED DIARYA knot after a knot, one more and more!Before he felt the ease of looseningumbilical cord, he saw through opened doora waiting world of tangled mortal strings. He simpered […]
The River-ness
By: Kelvin J. Shachile I To proceed towards the west, the escarpments looking like the end where the sky meets the earth. The silence of a world you’d guess Jesus visits everyday […]
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