By: Mark Kodama The Fly The noise of the fly, Shattered quiet of the shade, On a summer’s day. Undocumented, But history nonetheless, Etched in the Memory of a mortal man. The Frog The frog eyed its prey. A dragonfly…
By: Mark Kodama All his life, Icarus wanted to do something great, heroic, perhaps even save the world. Now at 40, the fate of the human race on earth rested on his shoulders. To be sure, Icarus was smart, some…
By: Nathaniel Okolo TALE 1 Day 1 I decided to steal another quick glance at her, the tenth in less than ten minutes, might have been more, definitely not less. Oops! Our eyes met again, why must she decide to…
By Gaither Stewart THE POWER OF LOVE Since his return home from the war Helmut had never felt emotions of normal human warmth. The atmosphere in those maddened postwar years had been chaotic. Life was different then. He too had…
By: Paweł Markiewicz As a tribute to Hugo Grotius The triple Mondo 5-7-7 5-7-7 Valedictorian*as Master(=Scientist) a young scientist …………………….. V: Has philosophy of politics something to do with the untroubled and peaceful? M: It is untroubled like magic marvellous…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I full goblet I become an existence when Your memory shines goblet of Osiris I miss at will cup without blood comes true spell of dew I am blissful butterfly you turn dew into essence fog over…
By: Prashil Kumar Hello Krishna, “The spirit lives on. It never perishes”. This is what my father told me and my sister back in the village. My spirit will deliver this letter to you. With over I billion followers and…
Amazon Crossing, the literature in translation imprint of Amazon Publishing, announced today the acquisition of The Man Who Played with Fire: Stieg Larsson’s Lost Files and the Hunt for an Assassin by Jan Stocklassa, translated by Tara F. Chace for…
By: Nick Sweeney ‘I treasure your letters,’ he read. ‘I hear your pen scratch the page, see you walking to the post. This chain of events cuts through logic to crystal clear beauty in my mind, your letters the result,…
By: Mark Kodama It was the summer of 1876. The great white father was demanding that we sell our land to them – land that was not ours to sell – and then move to the reservation – where only…