By: R.T. Castleberry DISTANT IS THE MORNING Rain dries on a windy street.Heron skulks the horizon.Never trust a Capricorn’s worduntil you know how it falls to his favor.Leaves pile before me in skittering sweeps.Desert dust scrapescirrus crystals from the sky,drains…
By: Stephen Faulkner When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms of a town or a village, only a…
By: Medha Godbole Singh Shruti scuttled about in the kitchen, giving finishing touches to the pasta salad and Matar Paneer. She garnished the Paneer with Coriander and added a dash of oregano to the salad. Cleaning the sides of the…
By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then some party animals remain obsessed withWomen and wine;…
By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over North Korea while the United States had control…
By: David Francis The Limits of Metaphor People get off the busthat’s lit up like an ocean linerin front of the neon burglar-barredfood store-tattoo-modeling studioand they disperse in all directionsthey might be going to apartmentsor places of businessopen on a…
By: JW Burns Alan sat in a puddle. “…doesn’t pay enough. Twice in three months I’ve had to call my father just to get by—you know how I hate that—so I’m seriously looking.” Sharon’s voice jumped from a thick…
By Mohammad JashimUddin Rakibul Hassan is a promising poet of 1990s. He has published more than twenty books of poetry and has written eight novels including Agnika Andhar, a novel that boldly exposed the dark side of universities, and a…
By: James Aitchison There is a patternto which all life adheres.Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,for destiny wills otherwise.Your life is a strand on my loom.Embedded in your pure and sinner selfare qualities and meritsinherited from past existences.Set free the beauty…
By: Mahathi TATTERED DIARYA knot after a knot, one more and more!Before he felt the ease of looseningumbilical cord, he saw through opened doora waiting world of tangled mortal strings. He simpered at the lady suckling milkand beamed a knowing…