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Poem: Distance

By: Shloka Shankar  There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between…

Story: Let’s Get Lost

 By:  Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and…

Dialogue with Kurt Vonnegut

Anarchist and Social Critic By Gaither Stewart   (Note: After my early enthusiasm about the writer and man Kurt Vonnegut, I became skeptical of his skepticism. Was he a phony, I began to wonder? After I met him, his life…

Story: The Technology of Nature

  By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting…

Poem: The Kiss

By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses…

Poem: Words under vertigo

By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath…

Poem: Bipolar

By: April Mae M. Berza A psychologist asked me my dream last night. I never told her about you, that you colonized my subconscious, paralyzing me until I wake up. I surrender to the idiopathic pain when I realize you are…

Story: Ravine

By: Brian Michael Barbeito It was in the day and about a couple of hours before dusk when I went out walking. Going down the park path, there was, on the right, the major road and its hustle. Standing there…

Story: For Brunettes Only

By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a sanguine blue-green oriental carpet. The Blue Room, as…

Poem: A letter to my unborn child

By: Adesina Dolapo   Faraway in an unknown Unknown distant land Land she sleeps And wakes all alone All alone she lives Lives and waits Waits for me to come Waits for me to come Come take her to be mine….