By: Alan Swyer “I’ve been thinking about the wedding,” Clementine said over a dinner of coconut soup, string beans, and duck larb on a chilly February evening at their favorite Thai restaurant in Brooklyn. “Which means?” asked Geller. “I’d really…
Writing a story sounds easy. But it is a skill which can be acquired without paying a price. The price is constant practice and patience. One has to toil and slog like an ass. Here are a few tips that…
By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang The Sea of The Golden Palace Happiness is the memory of heaven And the soul is as sweet as the sun. On the canvas of the death you daub a…
By Eric Burbridge It rained for twenty-four hours before Emory decided to get high. The cast on his shattered left leg and hip itched like hell. He needed relief and waved the flame under the spoon. He drew the heroin…
By: Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church. At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet. That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”. We met within sighting distance of St….
By: Kathy Abrahams Lifeless masks on faces, Souls tainted by lies…lust, Hypocrisy and greed, Enmeshed in sticky webs of deceit.
By Balu George Interior – Restaurant – Afternoon – Cochin. Two men in their mid-thirties are seated at a table having lunch. One is Paul, who runs an aquarium store and the other is Rajeev who works in an I.T…
By: Onkar Sharma He walked by the bridge-rail and mumbled. He sobbed on the past mistakes and tumbled. Yet he did hold himself and stopped in the centre to overlook the eerie waves that did enter in broad daylight through…
By: Dan Cardoza It’s late October, my favorite time of year. I can smell the damp rust of autumn leaves in the crisp air. I vow to take my sweet time on this beautiful Saturday morning. After mowing the lawn, I…
By: Alyssa Trivett It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust….