By: Raymond Greiner The chords of harmony are not ringing in key, as the promised changes remain pending, lacking definition and substance. Advancements in technology have escalated globally as social and economic equality continues to seek stability. Disorder and uncertainty…
By: Zachary Amendt Johnny Walton lives in Charleston, S.C., home of Tara Lipinski. He teaches Navy recruits how to operate nuclear reactors on submarines. ‘The Moonlighter’ (KBR, 2013) is his first novel. ZA: The Moonlighter feels authentically collegiate, which is…
By: Linda M. Crate baby,it’s cold outsidelike thenightswe used to walkhometogether in;and it made me wantto cry whenjack frost whispered yourname in the ice—chilled meto the bone,andi’ve never felt so numbbefore in mylife;you were someone i thoughti could trust—didn’t realizeyouwere…
By: Linda M Crate you miss me? she claimed to and then ended our friendship over something petty and juvenile as me not answering a text whilst i was working, and it must be nice to live in a delusional…
By: Linda M. Crate you’re a loadedgod complexcocked and pulledshot me straight throughthe heart,and my stained glasssoul is stillreeling in the silver ofyour melancholy;giving love a bad namebecause the onlychess gameyou’ll play is lust—lulled me into afalse sense of securityjust…
Servents of the Goddess is a pioneering account of contemporary devadasis—women forced to spend their lives serving the gods and servicing the males of an ancient fertility cult in Karnataka. Servants of the Goddess tells the heartbreaking and life-affirming stories…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I feel presence of my being In your glaring eyes where streams Of untold miseries flow to weave A world of aborted desires, unfulfilled dreams. Your pale face tells the days spent in miseries. I feel…
By: B.A. Varghese The green leaves crush and crackle underfoot leaving a trail along strong brown trunks that pierce wispy clouds in the sapphire sky. I leave footprints behind in the soft ground and crushed grass, in accord with and…
By: Gaither Stewart “You don’t have any idea what the real world is,” Juan Francisco said softly, looking up from his easel and scowling at her curled form in the narrow bed a few steps away. “You’re thirty years…
By: Sam Rapth At the centre of the glowing Lenovo screen, in a 600 * 500 pixel tiny window, Jack Orbit was shown, the heavens. The heavens were two. Both belonged to a girl who was proud showcasing her assets through…