By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing them all over both above and below the…
By: Millt Montague once their mothers hope and joy their fathers dream of the future now a grandchild’s faint memory soon a two line bio on a gravestone two old men cherish a memory of a short togetherness a moment…
By: Clarence Greiner Awareness represents the first and least challenging step toward understanding. It’s a given that we know the Universe exists, opening a range of questions regarding its manner of importance, how it bears on earthly life historically, currently…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I am aam adami I work in fields, factories I struggle to save my body and soul In resourceless villages and soulless cities Que up for ration, buses and labour joints To be hired and…
By: Zachary Amendt It’s a nuts life, too nuts for memoir. Any sense we make of it is made not by immersion but by piecemeal, by slumming and delving. By hearsay. Some guys are always bridesmaids. It is unbearable to…
By: William T. Hathaway Differences over Israel tear apart a Jewish marriage From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Stan and Hannah Cooper are friends of mine from college days. Both are Jewish, but they have diametrically opposed…
By: Akash Vikas Rumade As clock ticked spring, I proposed to be her king. But she wasn’t ready to be my queen, Since then grass hasn’t been green!
Sixteen Small Deaths, according to the publisher, is a collection of short fiction culled from nearly a decade of work from Boston-based author, Christopher J. Dwyer. The stories in the collection skirt the edges of noir, horror and science-fiction, sometimes…
By: Kousik Adhikari The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of…
By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife…