By: John Grey AT BLAKE’S FUNERAL We were wrongto think that we werefull of meaningand that the problem wasthat we just couldn’texpress ourselves. No, we were zombiesmarching in stepwith a casket, doingour best to hold ontowhat was already lost to…
By: Ray Whitaker REDISCOVERING LOST WORLDS A waterfall plunges hundreds of feetdown into a chasmonly flown into by hummingbirdsthey dip into the edges of the cascading waterand slipping thru the rainbows of red, blue, yellow and purpledown there. Green vegetation…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Zindzi peeled, washed, and then diced four onions. She added them to a pan. Thereafter, she washed and diced three tomatoes and added those vegetables, too. As they stewed, she checked, washed, and diced generous handfuls…
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…
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…
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…
By Daniel Pratt Part One Alpha’s nose quivered as the acrid scent of disease in his prey rushed to greet him. He hesitated a moment before signaling to the rest of the pack that the old doe was to be…
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…
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…
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…