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Month: November 2015

Story: Love

By: Sri Ram Mathan stumbled upon the ground, on the straight faultless street when Sadhana along with her friend Saritha, both dressed in lovely green and red color Sarees respectively , crossed by. ‘Would you stumble even on a perfect…

Story: The Weathermen

By: Michael McInnis “Look at weather this morning?” Ciaran said. “We’re fine here,” Nick said. “Doppler radar showed clear.” “Not down South.” “We’re not down South. We’re fine here. All day.” “That’s got to be hell on earth down there,”…

Poem: All is well

By: Milt Montague the park a brisk walk then a sit down recovery as I listen to gentle but firm rhythm of my heart beat…beat…beat reassuring that all is well it’s great to be alive smell the flowers each and…

Poem: I carry a stone

By:  Milt Montague I carry a stone in my pocket a reminder of an unbelievable atrocity perpetrated upon the world by a handful of men led by one maniac who systematically tortured and murdered six million people only because they…

Poem: Near Miss

By: Robert League almost the bullet smashed me almost the world fell on me almost I saw my own death almost I ran the course that would send me flying away to a distant land where I am no more

Poem: Ours

By: Robert League this wall is ours and we sit on guarding it with warm haunches until scraping spare hands come to take it away and then we have to ask: would we injure or maim for this wall?

When The Cathedrals Were White

By: Gaither Stewart  The actor leaps and prances and undulates across the white stage of the cathedral steps, his high black rubber boots glistening in water and light. Laughing diabolically the ballerino aims his powerful hose first to the right,…

Poem: Only I Fail to Teach You

By: Zunayet Ahammed Morning dews beckon me To take a lesson from them Gardenias tell me To elongate their relish Far and wide Rain drops call me To take in its savor The ocean voices To feel its magnitude Rivers…