By: Dr K. V. Raghupathi The Search Scratching and scraping the ashesto find his father’s on the banks of Gangaas the silken evening light stretches over the gentle flow.Tireless in mid-summer“What are you looking for?”“For the ashes of my father.”“Sixteen…
By: Benedict Ofora Okonkwo I felt bad within any time I see itThe hatred it create was a force that shook meHe should die a painful deathThe very thing I’m trying to run away from caught me between my legsHe…
By: Raj Ratanmala I got awaken by the mellifluous twitter,of a bunch of nightingales;Perceived myself in a peculiar world ,Trees with golden leaves , rivers of pearls,That amiable silence unheard ,Like the sleeping Matterhorn left undisturbed. “Where am I?” ,…
By: Dee Z. Black like a smooth rock in the sunYellow like a goldfinch and wriggling side to side right in front of the man’s footstepThe skinny snake side-winded across the stone and into a hole, a garden drain pipeThe…
By Barbara Dolan “Do ships that pass in the night eat together?” Walking down to the dorm cafeteria, Bethany heard someone say something, but assuming they weren’t talking to her, she just kept walking and entered the cafeteria….
By: Edward Wells The river comes at Penthelm, in its depression, from the southeast. Before reaching the town, the river curves to the northeast around the natural levy of the ridge. It circles the town, back toward the southeast,…
By: Arundhathi Anil When Death Came Knocking When Death came knocking at my front door,I put on a cloak,Stepped out and cast a final glance back,For I intended to go. Through his lanky armsI laced my handsLike a belle and…
A cosmic love story celebrated on Mahashivratri (March 11) By William T. Hathaway Long ago in Brahma-loka, the abode of the Gods, Lord Shiva was passionately in love with Mahashakti and determined to marry her. But one big problem prevented…
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman I weep for our countryAnd the promise ofWho we could beAnd should beShredded by craven acts of violenceAnd hatred. We get so close sometimesThere is still so much goodStruggling to overcomeThe purposeful divisionsThat keep us from…
By: Sterling Warner Leo seemed destined to become a body modification master. His peculiar interest in appearance started when he noticed his mother developing skin tags. “Hey mom,” Leo announced one afternoon. “After a bit of research, I bought some…