By: Lindsay Boyd Lakshmi was peeved to think several months had elapsed since she last put together a newsletter. Time was very much at a premium some days, she had to admit, and […]
Story: Waiting
Poem: Underfoot
By: Audrey El-Osta Mother and child on a foolish mission of cruel eviction, pulling furniture off walls, wearing Doc Martens so as not to feel the soft velvety fur of this rodent fiend […]
Poem: Painting
By: Adreyo Sen Each child is a painting waiting to come into being. And so the painter must be patient with his colours, with his vivid shades of red, his more somber blue, […]
Story: CHESS AND LIANA
By: Gaither Stewart X Lead weighed heavy on his eyeballs. Countless espressos worn off, their absence dragging him from the peak of his matinal inspiration downwards toward oblivion. Toward non-existence. Noonday […]
Story: Passer By
By: Ram Prasath Amidst that shining wood work on the window, draping curtain that looked as fresh as clothes taken out from dryer, the bright sun light that cut across through the […]
India’s Daughter
By: Ram Prasath While India’s daughter video has gone viral across the world, it has also raised a lot of questions, as a freelance writer, in me. Is Nirbaya, (Jyoti Singh Pandey) the […]
Poem: The ink that fell in-between
By: Shriram S Vyasa should have had a palm the size of fully grown maple leaves. When cupped together, his palms could have had a stunted forest under their penumbra. That is if […]
Hacking Consciousness: The Stanford University Video Series
Reviewed By: William T. Hathaway This new Stanford video series investigates consciousness as the source of not only the human mind but also of all energy and matter. Consciousness is seen as […]
Story: DORA THE SOUR
By: Paul Beckman We sat cramped in the Rabbi’s study — four sisters, Dora, Pauline, Annie, and Lena, all in their seventies with Dora being the eldest now that Lizzie was gone. […]
Poem: The sleeping insomniac
By: Leena Adhvaryu Suffocating in the sky is amorphous this feeling hasn’t found a planet yet. It sleeps with a zillion eyes open in a city gobbled by greed, like an insomniac […]
