By: J.K. Durick It’s Like That Our personal past hangs aroundAlways ready to reappear in Dreams, in recollections, in Whole scenes that are there Waiting to become again. I’m In a meeting with colleagues We’re talking, laughing about Some college…

By: Tah Asongwed That evening the arguments slowly ran out of breath. Not because the villagers had agreed. Villagers rarely agree in a single day. But the sun had slipped behind the hills, and darkness, like a patient elder, had…

By James Aitchison When words don’t come easily, invent them!  William Shakespeare did, along with J. R. R. Tolkien, Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll. In fact, Shakespeare invented 2,000 new words and phrases such as hurry, eyeball, puppy dog, dauntless,…

By: Kristian Keefer Dear Nan, There are things I wish I had said while you were still here. I think about that more now than I used to. You weren’t the kind of grandmother people usually picture. You didn’t bake…

By: Paul Bavister Love Poem I think back through the spiny mammalsscoffing yolk from dinosaur eggsto leggy fish skittering at the swamp’s edgethen even further back to spinning jellyfishand single cells in electric soupwhen the earth was still too hot…

By: James Aitchison In life, the only reality —the true reality —is Eternity.It is infinite andimmutable.No human hand hasshaped it.No human handcan control it.Craft your lifenot for the ephemeral,but for the eternal.In doing so,the ferocity withinevery man’s heartcan be woven…

Review of Scenes from the Magic Mountain: Five Seasons in the Mussoorie Hills and Beyond, published by Speaking Tiger Books By Mitali Chakravarty Ruskin Bond’s Scenes from the Magic Mountain: Five Seasons in the Mussoorie Hills and Beyond has writings…

By: Don Tassone      I’d been walking for about a mile on the Binghamton Trail alongside the Chenango River when I came to a bench and decided to rest for a moment.      A middle-aged man, older than me, was…

By: Aritra Basak The first time I learned about random walks, I dismissed the concept as an academic toy. Left or right, heads or tails—it felt like a game for people with nothing better to do than count coin tosses….

By: Eugen Oniscu From childhood to his thirtieth year, Robert Ciubotaru had lived only for brawls, thefts, and scandals. As a minor he had even spent a few years in a reformatory school. If anyone had told him life could…