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Sumptuous Naan and Puthena

By: Pavle Radonic Following some weighing late afternoon Nilla it was that would be given a try for their naan. An initial look at the veg. counter proving underwhelming, a turn on heel and march out the door almost ensued….

Poem: Not facing the music

By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…

Story: Falling Stars

By Emon NC Shimmering amidst the pitch black velvet of the night, were a million diamonds of neon dreams. They created a fervent silvery shiver that danced in unison to the rhythm of it’s own creation. The sky above pales…

Poem: When you are not around

By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check…

Story: Survivors

By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark…

Story: Cups of Tea

By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling…

Story: My Bologna

By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear…

Poems: if/in #88, #89, #90

By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always…