By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a singularly striking fact that modern man is in a whirlwind of technological wonders and innovations with a never ending zeal for enhancing the comforts of his living. At a time when the world is charged…
By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of…
By: Linda M Crate caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever…
By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;…
By: Linda M Crate for so long i allowed myself to be haunted hunted, hounded by memories of the past that i refused to let go; they cut me like the shrapnel of your sharp words thrust into me like…
By: Gaither Stewart I just read the novel, EUPHORIA, by the young American writer, Lily King, a TOP TEN BOOK OF THE YEAR in 2014, published by Grove Press, New York. Readers of this article do not have to worry;…
By: Antara Roy Oruganti It was an old bungalow on a hill. In and around it, there was much to see, much to hear, and much to love; especially on sunny, summer days. Less of a standing structure, and more of…
By: Gaither Stewart (The essay was first published The Greanville Post) In the first line of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky’s famous “poem”, often referred to as “the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor”, Ivan Karamazov says to his brother Alyosha that a preface…
By: Sunil Sharma A piece of yellow Sun-light Glinting Outside the Apartment-window Of my son in Aarhus, Denmark, And The earlier glittering snow, Take me there Where I cannot Immediately go; I feel lifted up, Transported there, Instantly, And play in…
By: Revathi Suresh She’d finally murdered the darned thing. Shaila stared at the red that had pooled in a corner of the bathroom floor, her nose wrinkling at the strong metallic odour. With her thumb and forefinger she pulled gingerly…