What kind of a feeling runs through your veins when you hear of a dead author’s work garnering thousands of dollars in auctions? Does it surprise you, enthrall you or make you respect that author even more? Believe me none…
By: Patricia Daly-Lipe At times I wonder – what Just wonder what is meant By the wonders that I’ve wondered In times long past and spent. (Daly Highleyman, author’s father) Belief in God does not lead to a linear or one…
By: Konika Mukherjee There are a lot of novels written in India every year in English. In some of them we can actually see a class of their own. However, a number of them deserve no more than a single read…
By Mariam Shaalan Everything goes for a reason. It goes to leave you wondering in the sunlight of sixth of October, a city. But he did it on purpose. He made our garden in the house we bought look and…
By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 and raised in an American mid western town. A beautiful child genetically influenced by her mother combining with her quick and agile mind. Myrna was chosen homecoming queen in her high…
By William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War “That must be them.” Petra took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed to a group of soldiers about two hundred meters away, standing along our road…
By: Raymond Greiner Travel and roads are synonymous lending credence to the popular philosophical phrase “Life is a journey not a destination.” Contemplating travel and roads metaphorically stirs a range of thoughts. The Universe exhibits infinite molecular diversity in a…
By: Sai Diwan Take care then, mother’s son, lest you become a dancer disinherited in mid dance Chinua Achebe (Beware, Soul Brother) These lucid lines provide the justification for the cacophony of various intertwined conflicts in Chinua Achebe’s Arrow…
By: Fred Miller Like kelp in a gentle neap tide wave, his hair floated about, his head bobbing as if engaged in a silly Halloween game. His outstretched arms looked prepared to receive unseen friends from the depths below. No…
By: Bamgbose Gabriel In your fears And tears I share When you ache I break When you are grieved I am bereaved I bear your curse And your shame – My cross of crucifixion – Because you are the…