By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely…

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Because of prolific career, Mr. Muhammad  Abdul Maleque has experienced different historical and socio-cultural ups and downs. His book The History of A Shoe Maker is nothing but the spontaneous overflow of his ideas from every…

By: Nikki Williams Ashley had had it with the litigator, Joachim, but still found herself going through the motions. Suffice to say, she was barred by his arresting appeal. Slowly, she retrieved shoes, dresses, inter alia from his house, lighter…

By: Tom Driscoll Always a river There is always a river,always a rivertaking, delivering sendingsignals through the stony fleshwatershed expression,writhed, veined, turning inland,as if a sensate creature. Always a river and whererogue generals encamped bya level place, the gritty banksbeside…

By: Enda Boyle     It was a perfect Autumn morning, everything spilled into the bookshop from the front-door, wisps of candyfloss thick fog had not yet cleared. The tangerine glow of the streetlights shone through it. In the red-leafed birch…

By Harrison Abbott I couldn’t stay with my family. I just could not stay in that situation and I wanted out. They were abusive horrible people and I still don’t regret leaving them. A friend of mine named Karisa lived…

By: Alex Andy Phuong Even though it is impossibleTo recreate the past,This present momentIs a gift within itselfThat would supposedlyLead to a brighter future,Yet coping with realityReveals real maturity,And the onesWho effectively deal with adversityAre true adults

By: Carl Papa Palmer Calico Sentinel the seedless dandelion tuftarrives on nonexistent breezesettling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kittenin the family of fourwho quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sidewayshe dives for obscure safetyamong…

By Eric Burbridge             For once I followed the doctor’s orders. “Get some sunshine, good ole vitamin D.” He said. I loaded my walker and headed for Tooley Park, a thirty-minute drive from the house. As fast as I walked…