By: Ranjit K Sahu Spring night on the terrace A whisper, a whimper and a muted voiceStretch into the prolonged hours on the terraceThe nuances of a mutiny evolve in the mindThe romances being the cause on the surface Deep…
By Nolo Segundo Enemy Near You have an enemy near you,as close as your breath,as close as your heartbeat,as silent as the grave. This most intimate enemywas born with you andgrew as you grew.In some it is strong,others have tamed…
By: Bruce Levine Feasting on a breakfast of worms A robin hopped across the wide expanse of lawn. The rain, over-night, had awakened the worms And brought them to the surface. A dog sniffed the grass and gazed at the…
By: Rakev Gemechu Glory to Him We sit in a circle, arms folded tight,feet beating the earth like it owes us something.The sun isn’t gentle; it burns our soles darker,carves white lines across skin like old scars.My feet, still smooth,…
Dilli Writers Buddies was the name of the event, and it marked the first-ever Author Meet organized by the podcast channel Books & Theories. The initiative brought together a thriving community of writers, poets, and publishing professionals at Utsav, Lower Ground, The…
By: Richard LeDue “The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” I can understand why people listento Mozart, and although he died long ago,he left something much more alivethan a ghost, and I also know whysome people conversewith empty rooms,letting their…
By: Connie Woodring March 25,1945. That is the day we received a new patient on our ward. Her name is Buella Whitehouse. I wasn’t sure if she would be accepted by everyone (patients and staff), since she is a Negro….
By: Elaine Lennon “Action.” I dreamed I killed my co-star last night. You could say it was a long time coming. You see, twenty years ago, when I was a mere starlet, she took the screen role that had been…
By: Bruce Levine Now post avant-gardeNew directions are open Choosing a new path Polytonal daysBuilding on tonalityResolution found
By: Eolas Pellor There was one cloud in the sky. Thin and wispy, it hurried south high overhead, borne on dry winds no one below could feel. Old lore, half forgotten, said such clouds foretold a weather change, so Gus…