By: Aneek Chatterjee Hide & Seek I play hide & seekwith you, myself.SometimesI do murmur lost songs, favoritepoems, surreal images & when I wake up& land in my swanky office,a surreal painting adornsthe wooden wallI’ve kept a few books of…
By Ajay R. Sawant YOU ARE THE PAINTER OF THE WORLD you are the morning mista stargazer on dayyou ask me to walk on the sidewalk—and walk with me too you are the eternal lier —the hope bearer of allthe…
By Ida Prose OBSERVER Seeing through the foggy lens, a glimpseof the world, formerly unnoticedBarren branches and tall trees stoodCuriously puzzled,No one ventured out anymore, no oneglided through the bushesWho then saw the tree and branches?Yet the branches blushed,Being observed…
By: Bishnu Pokhrel THE MISSING LINK I am that linkand I am missing.I am that which youcrave and seek activelyyet you don’t recognize meI am that missing link in you. You have searchedsearched me in everythingsought me everywhereyet you chose…
By: Theresa C. Gaynord Kiribati The sun rose, carrying the burnover the previous night’s blackstare. The sea took severalbreaths as the land recededand sank into bloodthirstydepths, spitting out sidewayslapping water from spinningwhirlpools underneath. The clockcontinued its rhythm as argumentsintensified, never…
By: Saharsh Satheesh It was quite a cloudy day in Greenville. The thick storm clouds cluttered around the sun, obstructing even the slightest ray of sunlight. The dreaded rain season had started just days ago. Subsequently, the occasional patches of…
By Martin David Edwards. A son and his father climb an imaginary Mount Everest. A boy ran into the kitchen. He was wearing Spiderman pajamas, a green facemask and blue latex gloves. His mother was standing at the breakfast counter…
By Palmer Smith I fell in love with a somnambulist when I was 26 years old. It was before I really knew him that I fell in love with him. I had always wanted to love a somnambulist, mostly,…
By: Jude Chukwu Obahor is one beautiful place I’ll love to be, over and over again. It had the aura of home, the beauty of a ghetto, the heart of an angel, the swag of a jungle, the memories of…
By V. J. Beecham The cat lover who hates cats, that’s what you’d be thinking if you spent a day with my wife and our pet cat. The cat meowed incessantly. My wife yelled at it to shut-up. …