By Alan Berger Islands in the streamFrom Cold Spring HarbourTo the village green Mouth full of marijuanaFrom TorontoTo Tijuana HeyI’m not a good travelerI don’t have the sight seeing stamina Death may be not what it seemsIt could be the…
By: Anupama Mishra But I forget this in madness,Now the childish tender feelings of mineare on obstinacy strike,To go to such place where it was at a timeWhen immaturity was at its prime,All the things had an element of wonder.But…
By: Prashil Kumar It was a nightmare for Emily. Musaffar refused to let her go overseas to work. The job offer had come all the way from Venice, Italy. And although her contract would only last ten months, Emily would earn…
By: Jon Carter truth be told I left her house quietly,stale alcohol on my breath. I thought it wasbetter to leaveher bones behind melike a man. my pockets were full ofbleeding emeralds.I lit a cigaretteand exhaled under the yellowstreet-lights. it…
By: Rehanul Hoque Leaves became yellow and then shed in winter.Scarcity of Magnesium and lack of water turned leaves pale enoughto shed, this is what I knew.But I loved the trees without knowing all theseLike them soared high enough to…
An epistolary story that keeps the reader engaged.
By: A Ramachandran In 1941, Isaac Asimov, widely regarded as one of the top two science fiction writers of his time, wrote a short story titled ‘Nightfall.’ The story itself was inspired by a poem written by Ralph Waldo…
By: Ian C Smith My serendipitous introduction to Yeats’ early poem, He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven, came about when I lifted an antimacassar on my armchair, exposing a hidden letter. A nephew, my house-sitter during recent travels then,…
By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Each Rock is A Potala Palace The sunshine is mellow wine and there are golden palaces inside the sun. Where a giant is its master, he told me that I was his…
By: Shawn Berman OUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE IS THE ONE WHERE CASPER AND WENDY BECOME BEST FRIENDS BECAUSE NOBODY DIES AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER sitting in our underwear carving pumpkins on the floor you turn the volume…