By: Prashil Kumar Hello Krishna, “The spirit lives on. It never perishes”. This is what my father told me and my sister back in the village. My spirit will deliver this letter to you. With over I billion followers and…
Amazon Crossing, the literature in translation imprint of Amazon Publishing, announced today the acquisition of The Man Who Played with Fire: Stieg Larsson’s Lost Files and the Hunt for an Assassin by Jan Stocklassa, translated by Tara F. Chace for…
By: Nick Sweeney ‘I treasure your letters,’ he read. ‘I hear your pen scratch the page, see you walking to the post. This chain of events cuts through logic to crystal clear beauty in my mind, your letters the result,…
By: Mark Kodama It was the summer of 1876. The great white father was demanding that we sell our land to them – land that was not ours to sell – and then move to the reservation – where only…
By Alan Berger In the middle of the night At the tail end of another tales thought flight I remembered I line That made me give back all the lines of advices I ever had bought “If you are scared…
By Michael Mogel An ancient rhythm a ritual that defies time like dancing the Argentine Tango. A frozen face like a mask hiding the fear of death. The touch of another invading a stream of movement. The tune is always…
By: Carl Parsons A Late Quartet of Beethoven Old men were playing a late quartet of Beethoven and resonant wood throbbed in ancient hands and skeletal fingers rubbed the music’s body like a lover like a magician of death and…
By: Ronald Primeau Visits and Other Passages by Carol Smallwood, Marquis Lifetime Achievement AwardWinner. Georgetown, Kentucky: Finishing Line Press, 2019. 115 pages, $18.99. In her latest of over sixty books,the prolific Carol Smallwood serves up a feast of genres in…
By: Ruth Z. Deming HERDSMEN STICK TOGETHER Chillingly cold I stand at front door at midnight my forehead seeming to freeze Clouds like huge grey curls roil about the sky in silent vengeance All of us herdsmen on our street…
By: Alan Berger I had the top bunk in jail. It wasn’t lonely at the top, or at the bottom in any of the bunks in dorm A. One of the most emotional sightings I had was in the first…