By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, and feel The sheer power of the wolves?…

By: Neelam Dadhwal I looked out of the container a refreshing life, as if cells could soak oxygen. Tripled on its contents on way with friends and half down the valley we lay wreath on our expedition. Half of truths, being…

By: Shobhana Kumar suddenly, i remember faces only alive in fading photographs. today, it is the benevolent face of a grand uncle, whose freshly Cinthol-soaped face and silver white stubbles always held a smile for me. he, who i haven’t bothered…

Random House India has announced the release of the second book by Betsy Woodman this October. LOVE POTION NUMBER 10. It is the second book in the Hamara Nagar series followed by the very well acclaimed Jana Bibi’s Excellent Fortunes….

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Looks of love lurk in the shades Of frozen cuddle Hiding forms of elegance Stealing aroma of bodily blossoms Eyes float in skin’s supple waves Rippling, rolling and beating. The rapturous whispers of passion Run through…

By: A.J. Huffman I walk the tidal line on tired feet, forced forward, mostly by determination. The sand in my toes lends encouragement with gentle tickle of coolness. Another mile falls behind me. My breath begins to strain. The wind responds,…

By: A.J. Huffman black dress, timeless necessity. I am standard, issued as staple, dependable go-to. An easy decision, I am appropriate accessory for every occasion. ***** [A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses….

By: Shruthi Vatsyayani It’s a good feeling, flying back home, to the warmth of the familiarity, something you have known all your life, after a tough semester. The small interval of time before boarding the flight and after collecting the…

By: L.E. Schwaller Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk –Tom Waits It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The…

By: Patrick P. Stafford Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check, That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you, Shows in the hair and face, in the lovely curve of neck, How much I yearn…