By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Inside me there is an alchemist transmuting The negative impulses into positive energy Churning thoughts into a cauldron of self-retrieval. Inside me the renewal of dying impulses form the halo of lumniscient rays , melting the…
By: Connie Bae It smelled faintly of hot dogs. However, the strong stench of rotting food and unknown liquids made my eyes water. Everything around me was filthy. I was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be leachate that…
By: Gaither Stewart I read a Facebook post by an American Liberal comparing the refusal of the French Far-Leftist Jean-Luc Melanchon to choose between Emmanuel Macron and the rightist Marine Le Pen as President of France to the Left’s rejection of…
By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s…
Renee’s Treasure by Indrani Sinha is a novel that claims to transport readers into the lanes and by-lanes of Varanasi through the protagonist – Renee. The author has endeavored to capture each and every aspect of the life that teemed…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone dancing in the dark No shadows appear Moonglow creates a spotlight Her face uncovered No mask does she wear Look into her heart You will find her there Alone, ah yes, but not lonely The…
By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-…
By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest…
By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned…
By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through…