By: Konika Mukherjee The hyped revelation of Rowling’s book ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling’ under a pseudonym and an assumed background of an army personnel has led us again to wonder about the need of hiding behind an unknown persona. There was…
By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in shades leaving me to interpolate rightly something unachievable…
By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a familiarity that could provide comfort and peace of…
By: Nikita Gill August echos of emptiness. **** We parted in July. I loved you too much. I had not thought that would become too much for you to handle. And that we would part on a technicality. It was…
By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Jamal Khan is an Afghan journalist who fled his country because of Taliban persecution and now lives in Germany. We met in the apartment of a mutual friend…
By: Merlin Flower The house looked as if it resented the conversion to a clinic. The notice board announcing, ‘Dr. Baanshyam, M.D., Senior Psychiatrist. Chennai- 89” failed to give a clinical air. I opened the rusty gate destroying a new…
By: G David Schwartz I’ve torn apart the laughter To let you go trembling after But I guess you didn’t know I didn’t want you to go And thought you went silently You didn’t even think of me If that’s…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito The stucco walls there, always in the day, and shining from sun that goes to visit. Jacob could hear the ocean gathering strength, at first almost silently, but it was a force that would grow…
By David Hariman He’d promised Jack Borger’s widow he’d “stop by some day” to pay his respects. At the time, he never could have foreseen that a flight of steps would make that a physical impossibility. Gordon Zane looked across…
By: David Hariman Her makeup was garishly overdone. There was too much eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her lips glared in fire-engine red lip gloss. Her fingers were tipped in acrylic French nails. Her hair, well, her hair was to…