Poetry
By: Brenton Booth Ignis Fatuus What a special periodit was. Living in aminiscule apartmentin the red-light district.Without family. Withoutfriends. Withoutfemales. Without sex.Just books, books–books! And the beliefI would be as greatas the authors of thoseincredible works.Magical years standingmiles ahead of…
Books Reviews
By: Ramlal Agarwal The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh takes its readers back and forth from Dhaka to Calcutta to London, from the past to the present, with a gathering of characters from three countries and three generations who connect…
Poetry
By: Aurora Skye Mask Your broken childhood was litteredby the shadows of monsters, unleashedto a chorus of screams. There liesyour father, below him your shattereddreams, that have slipped throughyour fingers like sand. The monstersemerge through the mist, taunting,the worst one…
Poetry
By: Alshaad Kara “Destiny” I am living those nightsWithout your smileAnd your happiness. If only you wereBy my side,I could lean on yourShoulders. But here I am,Promising toFulfilYour wishOf seeing meSuccessful. Despite theNightly gaze,I am submergedIn living in the pastWith…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates The last week in JanuaryRolling rural farmlandNighttime deep and stillStars floating in a cosmic hazeHe stands in wonderThe old farmhouse a dream come trueEscape from the cityTo thisTo the countryTo the deep stillness and peace and quietCornfields…
Non-Fiction
By: Rimli Bhattacharya The lyrics wouldn’t leave my head. The case was similar with my daughter as well. Upon returning home we tuned in to the famous YouTube our savior and resigned to our fates. We finally could call it…
Fiction
By: Georgios Karagiannis Steve and his brother Bill walked down the narrow dirt road, towards the river. It was still dark outside and cold, but they didn’t mind. They snuck out right before dawn, while dad was snoring on the…
Poetry
By: Don Kingfisher Campbell Instant Crush stepin your shoeson a sidewalkant take your sandalin your hand and smasha spider perchedon a tiled shower wall walk intoa car crusherand sitdown fly a helicopteror plane atfull speed into a hillsideor tall building…
Poetry
By: Dr. Ernest Williamson III Without the RedFor Lady Canada Before she laid with me under the sun,we dreamt awake our dine. Rapt.Together. Penning to die Lady Septemberin Red October. Guess how we eloped without you?two toasts froth with endlessness….