By: JD DeHart I’m not sure where the world stands anymore, old beliefs have fallen like slate sliding into boiling tense ocean I’m not two weeks ago me I’m not sure what the heavens make of this, if they look…
By: Neelam Singh The beauty of rain I behold Raindrops fall upon me Frost-bitten heart melting at the sound of rain Moments of pain exposed by the rain Joy, I see everywhere Oh! What a sight to see If only…
By: Jigar Brahmbhatt She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them: Marquez writes in Love in the time of Cholera. I…
A New Pathway to Measure the Value of Water through the Culture of Bangladesh By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin and K Ahmed Alam Professor Dr. Anwarul Karim is a worldwide famous and recognized researcher of Bangladesh History, culture and norms. He…
By: James G. Piatt The top of the pepper Trees glisten With a scarlet glow from Vanishing prayers, The Mission’s bell spire Gleams with a holy flame, Dim umbra’s exist below. Oh beautiful summer day, What will you bring and Leave…
By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of…
By: James G. Piatt When I am probing for relief from dark days, my mind is fraught with the omens of a murky future, the sky is filled with dark thunder, and foreign deserts with rebellious cruelty, and the airways are…
By: Ajay Patri Neil Gaiman, in his introduction, is quite clear about a few things regarding this new book of his. One, the way his own works in the past have been influenced by the Norse myths (anyone who has read…
By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel : Translated from Spanish by: Iulia Costache A long heartbreaking whistle, like a desperate wailing penetrates the souls of those who wait on the wings of the boulevard in the center of Bucharest. Every bit…
By: Ram Prasath As a sharp knife was on its way penetrating that tall man’s chest and he screamed loudly while his clothes went red, the director shouted “cut” thrice indicating to the crew that the scene was over. The…