Poetry
By Carl Papa Palmer player support three different breakfasts forthree grumpy grouches slowlybecoming two grand girls and a papatalking about the early game of theirfast pitch series forgetting to thankgrandma for getting them out thedoor in time to arrive at…
Essay
By: Thomas Sanfilip It is difficult to know where to begin a serious reappraisal of the arts as they evolve into the 21st century. There is no question a paradigm shift has occurred that bodes serious consequences for the future…
Books Reviews
By: Ramlal Agarwal Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s The Palace of Illusions (2008) is a conversion of the Indian epic, The Mahabharata, into a 21st-century novel. The Mahabharata expounds the Hindu philosophy of man and his fate. It expounds Hindu beliefs in…
Essay
By: Andrew Nickerson There have been many names throughout history who’ve had a gigantic impact on tactics/strategy. Sadly, many subsequently fell from prominence due to some new factor, such as better weapons or a new means of conducting warfare (ex….
Fiction
By: Jack Bristow “Just because I kill for a living doesn’t mean I’m a subhuman mongrel with no feelings whatsoever. Even I have my limitations.” How many times have I wanted to share that with my therapist, Dr. Kinzer. But,…
Memoir
By: Professor M.S. Rao “I rose from humble origins with a toxic family background. When I was 18, I dropped out of college to support my parents financially and joined the Indian Air Force. I had to struggle hard to…
Poetry
By: Mayumi Yamamoto Regarding the Empire Overseas-IAmerican Age Bornin the mid-twentieth century,in an island of Asia,and raisedduring the so-called American Age,unlike the others who flocked to the States,I never made the journey.Nor will I ever. I’ll leave the world without…
Fiction
By: Tom Ball I said to the gathering of people, here in Titan city, “That I had compiled the list of the 20 best lovers in the Solar System. Of course, the list was largely subjective, and some great…
Poetry
By: Arvilla Fee Everything I Leave Behind Do not weep, my darling,as you lay me down;I haven’t gone that far; I have flung my poemsinto the stars,see how they winkconspiratoriallyabove your head, I have planted wordsin the aspens and the…