By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. Alexa laughed. The sleek, cylindrical body, within which lurked a deep mind unsuspected by even the most percipient…

By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji As she floated near the observation window of the International Space Station, staring at the Earth  below, she thought about the Archibald MacLeish quote: “To see the Earth as it truly is—small and blue and beautiful…

By: Juairia Hossain Thou, a shade that dwells ‘neath moonlit skies,Thy face a mist, lost in the winds of time,Thou comest when silence doth rise,And shadows of night stretch o’er my rhyme. Oft thou appearest in the darkened veil,When solitude…

By: Sawyer Olson The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,And memory, too, holds its claim.Your voice hums Superior, where the iron ore fled,A ship lost to the storm’s cruel name. Memory,…

By: Harrison Abbott Gerry used to have a son called Saul. One day when Saul was cycling in the local street, a Land Rover failed to see him coming the other direction at the junction. The Land Rover hit Saul…

By Carla Ramsdell Well-meaning far-away friends ask – “How are things there? Have y’all RECOVERED?” I know they mean well, but … How do I answer? RE-COVER …. To cover again? What does this even mean?  How will we know…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water (2023, Grove Press) is a formidable novel. It is 717 pages long and covers 75 years. It is about three generations and people from three countries. It delineates imperceptible changes from…

By: Judith Ferster I am a good friend If you do not want me to intrude on your worry for your son fighting for Israel, I won’t. If you tell me on October 7 not to say the words“settler colonialism,”…

By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of…

By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll…