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Story: The Blue Moon Hotel

By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful….

Poem: Where is the rain?

By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve…

Poem: Edee

By: Robert A. Davies She blessed us when we came a lady in her 80s bent over, face wrinkled a voice sweet and thin. We had come for strawberries. She directed us to the farthest field. Again she blessed us….

Story: Autumn Leave Taking

By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…

Story: Turkish Delight

By: Gaither Stewart His dark face projected toward the rain-blurred windshield, Ibrahim’s body was unusually stiff and erect. The powerful windshield wipers slashed relentlessly but ineffectively at the unyielding rain while the constant splash from the intense traffic on the…

Innocence

“Нужно иметь сердце, чтобы понять!” (One needs heart to understand) By Gaither Stewart (Rome) In his novel, The Idiot, Dostoevsky wrote that beauty can save the world, admitting however that “beauty is difficult to judge … and is a riddle.”…