By: Andrew Openshaw We’re in a decadent spiral He claims. How dare you threaten all we’ve made With your lousy, languishing, Liberal ways. Look around you man, There’s no experience here. Granted there is a lot of Fear But entertainment…
By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —…
By: Keith Moul “Modern travel: convenient speed”: Railroad Promotion latter 19th century. Amid squeals cattle came along as well. Destined to the center of stink, ever rising, to be butchered, rendered down to hooves. Miasma grew inland from Lake Michigan, emitted…
By: Keith Moul Across the bow blows a divine wind, the kamikaze. A battle at sea teaches us about God; and God burns His image in the minds of the living; God incinerates the dead, so often leaving boiling blood as…
By Gaither Stewart (ROME) When in 1978 the 31-year old Afghan Communist politician-activist, Mohammad Najibullah, arrived in Tehran, “exiled” to neighboring Iran as Afghanistan’s Ambassador, I had just left Iran where I had worked throughout the year of 1977. Najibullah’s…
Eagle’s Eye: Life and Works of Farrukh Ahmed: A Cristal Analysis about a humanitarian poet
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By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh….
By: Mary Bone Word Whisperers throughout the day Shout words also at night Over intercoms and loud speakers. Voices come at me From many directions. Ventriloquists are on street corners Playing mind games with passersby As they look over their shoulders…
By: Adam Kluger McLeary was a New York City legend. He was from an era that was long ago. Hard-drinking newsman. He covered the celebrity beat. His favorite film was The Sweet Smell of Success with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis….
By: Adam Kluger Jacob Shellstein was an ordinary New York Dermatologist who enjoyed collecting stamps, studying birds, reading Revolutionary war books and treating his patients. When his wife had just about enough of their normal existence without the luxurious perks her…
By: Adam Kluger Brickhead wasn’t the stupidest, he was just a little bit slower than the other guys, I guess. It was my job to bring him up to speed on how things ran at the office. Over drinks was the…