By: Samya Jayachandran Mira always believed she was the best writer in the room. Not in the loud, spotlight-hungry way. She never bragged or waved her stories around like banners. But there was a quiet knowing in her, a hum…
By: Victor Hale He came out of the shower, water still clinging to his skin, and sat in front of the monitor. The screen lit up his face before anything else did. He opened a game. It loaded. He played….
By James Aitchison Aspiring writers frequently wonder why their work is rejected. Didn’t they like my idea? Didn’t they like my writing? Clumsy punctuation, misspelt and misused words and clunky phrases are the bane of busy editors. Faced with a…
By Thomas Sanfilip How a country’s cultural heritage finds its way to the future intact is a hidden miracle. The how and why is a mystery to most writers, particularly those who write serious literature. And pursuing a place alongside…
By: Jim Murdoch He Said, She Said (for Carrie) I gave my wife a cute pendant(of a bird because she likes birds)and she said, “Mm. What’s this?”and I said, “It’s new. They extract a bit of your loveand science it…
By: Dmitriy Kogan Yes, I came from a privileged background, I admit. But I never wasted the opportunities I was given. I was grateful for everything that my parents did for me. In the first two years I was at…
By: Syed Nahida Anjum REALIZATIONS AND FRUSTATIONS The faint rainbow dyed beams revealed a geometrically precise face supporting tiny black brushstrokes created by unsteady, wavering artistic lashes. The fragile brittle glass quivered with every touch with the turquoise sink. Clink,…
By Luccian Layth Drink: Black Coffee I chose the café because something in me had failed to leave it. The street outside held a cold that did not insist. It settled instead — into fabric, into the narrow space between…
By George Oliver We met at the movies. At the pictures, as my grandpa says. At the cinema. At a cinema. Specifically: the BFI. The British Film Institute. Belvedere Road, South Bank, London, SE1 8XT. We were at the…
By: Bruce Levine My internal clock is set at ManhattanI face the world with a jaded point of viewManhattanites are chauvinistic, snobbish, opinionatedAnd relentlessly focused Manhattan energy drives our universeLike the taxies forge the streetsIn a frontal assault Art, history…