By Rich Elliott I did not mean to take off his ear, you see. We were driving into a turn, Scorpus to the right of me, a half-length ahead. I needed to hold the inside. So I went to the…
By: Richard LeDue The Dream It’s hard to accept all the love songswere written about peoplewho have nothing to do with me,especially as my grey hair colours inthe loneliness one calls retirement The TV set to just loud enoughto prove…
By James Aitchison Once, the culture of overworking yourself to death was unique to Japan. “Karoshi”, which literally means death by overwork, claims worker lives from heart failure, stroke, sleep deprivation and exhaustion, mental health issues and suicide — the…
By: James Aitchison Communication A slow soft voicespeaks in my soul.Of wisdom and love,I learn.The tapestry of lives,I clearly see.Of recurring faults,I am aware.To instruction,I awake.The means to overcomeearthly bondage,are mine.Without fear,I will live. A pure heart I ask nothing…
By: Vanaja Malathy There’s no full stop in lifeonly commashere and there semicolons and colonsbut no full stopin grief or triumph we are clueless we journey through life watching through the windowthe fresh colourful beauty outsidewe wish to grip the…
By: Bruce Levine The twelve days of Christmas Focused on the time That three wise men Travelled to Bethlehem Seeking the Nativity Bearing gifts for the child Born in a manger Destined to be a King Fulfilling the prophecy Of…
By: Tom Ball I said to my lover, Jane, “I will write a novel of our times. I had written a number of sci-fi of flash fiction books, short story books and a few novels and now I am…
By: Enda Boyle Berryman in Dublin Thirty years later the Shakespearian scholar returned.Sporting a Falstaffian beard in search of a diffrent shadeThe city of his liteary idols became the ideal stageWith which to perform the role of the wisecrackingDrunken, firework-bright…
By: Bruce Levine Christmas Images Snowflakes falling on frozen tree limbs Festooned now with red and goldCandy canes like peppermint soldiersHelp to guard the young and oldSilver bells and colored bright lightsHelping merry times unfoldSanta’s elves bring yuletide magicTelling stories…
By: Ramlal Agarwal Arundhati Roy’s debut novel, The God of Small Things, won the Booker Prize in 1997 and sold millions of copies worldwide. It was an extraordinary achievement for an Indian writer, and readers of Indian writing in English…