By: Gaither Stewart I just read the novel, EUPHORIA, by the young American writer, Lily King, a TOP TEN BOOK OF THE YEAR in 2014, published by Grove Press, New York. Readers of this article do not have to worry;…
By: Antara Roy Oruganti It was an old bungalow on a hill. In and around it, there was much to see, much to hear, and much to love; especially on sunny, summer days. Less of a standing structure, and more of…
By: Gaither Stewart (The essay was first published The Greanville Post) In the first line of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky’s famous “poem”, often referred to as “the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor”, Ivan Karamazov says to his brother Alyosha that a preface…
By: Sunil Sharma A piece of yellow Sun-light Glinting Outside the Apartment-window Of my son in Aarhus, Denmark, And The earlier glittering snow, Take me there Where I cannot Immediately go; I feel lifted up, Transported there, Instantly, And play in…
By: Revathi Suresh She’d finally murdered the darned thing. Shaila stared at the red that had pooled in a corner of the bathroom floor, her nose wrinkling at the strong metallic odour. With her thumb and forefinger she pulled gingerly…
By: Robert Yee Throughout his literary career, David Herbert (D.H.) Lawrence wrote plays, novels, letters, and poems that elaborated upon his personal beliefs about society and opinions concerning his outlook on life. In particular, his collection of poems expounds upon…
By: Chuck Orloski A few hours after an armed holdup Wednesday morning (January 13, 2016) at a downtown Scranton-based Community Bank, I drove my school bus very carefully down a very icy East Mountain road. Every time I applied air brakes…
By: Rick Edelstein Please sit, Dr. Jiminez. Good to meet you finally Dr. Eslinger. So, how was your flight, do you find your apartment suitable, Zurich is such a long way from New York, sleep off the jet-lag, and that…
By: Robert A. Davies A hummingbird is at the window! My heart beats an extra stroke. I watch it hover, dart bump into a blossom, my heart bumping also, Drone! elegantly fashioned to target tomorrow you or me.
By: Robert A. Davies tik tik, the winter wren answers. It comes closer tik holds still for me. I note its eye-brow, white black dots in a row on its brown folded wings — no visit complete without this tiny scene….