By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals, only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night as scorpions may sleep in…
Songs of a Clerk, another collection of poems by author and poet Gary Beck, claims to show us a unique perspective on life, hope, and our too-often faded dreams. Through his gifted poetry the publisher claims that we would be…
By: Sam Rapth The Coastal Road was dancing according to the music of the soaking sun. At the horizon, it was difficult to differentiate between the sky and the sea. The bluish sea glittered in the morning sun. This Road…
‘Orfeo’ a novel by Richard Powers has been able to make to the longlist of the Man Booker Prize 2014. Orfeo has earned a number of good reviews from renowned newspapers and magazines globally. The book is said to be…
By: Ranjeet Singh While walking through a faceless crowd Looking at the golden temple And its golden reflections in the water, Measuring its pride in one quick glimpse The poor child, Adding curiosity to his hunger, Asked his mother Do…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi is a prominent senior scientist of Cancer Drug Development. In her professional work, she has faced obstacles from different parts of society. In order to overcome the obstacles, she has taken the inspiration…
By: Neelam Singh Vows vows and vows Torturous words to my ears now I do , I do , I do Do we really mean I do? Two words- I do The world kept looking through Innocent words- I do…
By: Neelam Singh Laughter stings my soul Hope shrunk If someone could eavesdrop my heart Bitter sweet memories remain Lost in the wilderness Where the wild thing are I often wonder What is this thing called life Darkness, blood and pain…
By: Kate O’Neil I’m ready; hit me with that dark water; Soft peach-skin buttresses my shoes; my palanquin lies uncreased. In the muggy distance I can almost make you out, slumping closer a staring, windlestraw horror. Approach then. I’ll throw…
By: Kate O’Neil The blue sky melts off into the short grasses, rustling green with the wind; that ocelot steps past quietly. The trees almost smell like cordite. I woke up in a tree. I threw this postcard down to a…