By: Yousef Elharrak Africa smiles at the face of the ocean With all its potential white teeth The waves get ashamed of the meaningless foam On the eyes of the tide Africa can take the lift to the forehead of…
By: Michael C. Keith We live in a rainbow of chaos. –– Paul Cezanne My girlfriend and me rented a tiny bungalow at the end of the boardwalk in Atlantic City next to a rundown ten-story tenement. The outside of…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The softness of heart feels pity on its young but lonely body witnessing its bed-tumbling round and round in its deep slumber saying to its mirror ‘’ It needs a partner with anti- tumbling device’’ and…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb A sudden slip of my dancing heart pushed me once down into a deep ditch- maybe, dug deliberately by a witch, making it rich in stinky mud and bones along with a crying skinny youth- and…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is…
When culture begins to mix with politics, it makes the life difficult for artists. It happened when Sudheendra Kulkarni, the organizer of the book launch ceremony of former Pakistan Foreign Minister Ahmed Kasuri, was abused by Shiv Sena people yesterday….
By: Ruth Z Deming I planned my getaway from my husband as carefully as a bank robber planning a heist. I was used to lying to Jack, my husband of twenty years, so when I said, “Let’s take separate cars to…
By: David Jordan He sat at the bar nursing his second pint of stout, feeling boozy and depressed. He didn’t feel like drinking. He felt like walking. Outside would be nice and cold. So he got up off his stool and…
By: JD DeHart Some people keep a string tied around a finger, Some people keep a running list on paper, While others keep a file in the back of their minds, wrong after wrong, moment after moment, a collection of…
By: JD DeHart I pause, waiting for the moment to let my words drop in, funnel down, and channel through the table conversation The moment is still waiting because a few topics dance back and forth, flames of political or…