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Poetry

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…

Archaeology/HistoryEssay

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…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

By: Shrey Verma A boy of twelve or thirteenMeanders the boisterous streets,Covered by a dirty and ripped shirtWhich leaves his body exposed to the worldLike his childhood to wretchedness.During the day,He blends surreptitiously into the crowdTo find pockets to pickAnd…

Poetry

By: Lazarus Blue nostalgia In blue nostalgia—I am sinking,and I am nowhere to be found,I’ve descended in her deepnessand I keep on going down. darkness engulfs meas waters become colder,my lungs collapseunder my shoulders. but in obscurity there is groundpiercing…

Poetry

By: Stephan Tashoff The Great Schism My bright side is in the morning light.When noon tolls,darkness encroaches the bordersof my soul.There is a March on the cornerof my greatness.Yet the smile from a flower’s stemcan send me weightless.There is a…

Fiction

By: Carl Papa Palmer In my sister-in-law’s bathroom, sometime after midnight, unable to locate her light switch, I leave the door open for some visibility from a night lamp in the hall. Washing my hands and wishing I had my…

Fiction

By: Charis Negley “Kit, come here, quick! Look!”             Kit rushed to the window to find his girlfriend with her hands plastered to the glass like a little child.             He removed her hands from the window, holding them in…

Poetry

By: Umar YB LETTER TO MY HATER Take these words in a wayThat’s okay to youThey carry the truthI wish you knew:All waters and the winds,The constelletions afar,Greens, marines, mammals,And birds of all featherAnd I, love one another. My dear…