By: Simon Heathcote ‘You have traveled too fast over false ground;Now your soul has come to take you back.’ –John O’Donohue There is a great nest of sorrows in each of us, yet tragically, it’s long abandoned and closed down….
By: Paul Dickey Almost Infidelity Josie and I want to walk to the lake.Maybe a little fishing in the moonlight.Josie is Don’s new wife. Don says doesn’t want to go.This is in spite of the fact that he and Betty,…
By: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Is It Even Real After Sylvia Plath Art dies on the pagelike everything else.I do not know magic.I am not exceptional.It seems we are alldestined for hell orheaven. Is it evenreal, hell, heaven?Where we end up,is…
By: C. J. Anderson-Wu The first time I encountered my daughter was when she was excavating the earth burying me. My daughter was born after my death sixty years ago, which means she was sixty years old, almost double my…
Revisiting Raja Rao, Mulkraj Anand and R. K. Narayan, “Big Three” of Indo English Literature
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By: Ramlal Agarwal The recognition and discussion of Indo-English novels starts with Raja Rao (1908–2006), Mulk Raj Anand (1905–2004), and R.K. Narayan (1906–2000). William Walsh, the famous English critic, called them the Big Three of Indo-English literature. They burst onto…
By: John Grey TUNDRA It’s almost midnightand the June sun is still not done shining.The day stretches widerthan it’s ever been.Night won’t come nearthe scrub alders of the tundraor the short grassthat’s been mowed by passing seasons.Landscape bathes in this…
By: Elaine Lennon The radio crackled into life. It shocked the desert air out of its silence. There was another man on the moon. Gene Cernan was exploring the Taurus-Littrow Valley on the lunar surface and his words echoed crystal…
By: Bruce Levine The City The city unfolds its wonders Cavernous streets outlining paths Glass-fronted stores and shops Eateries mingle with clothiers Each beckoning in their way Fragrances drifting through doorways Rich flavors exciting the senses Beckoning passers-by to enter…
By: Gift Ono MAAMI I danced to the tunesof deathAnd in the chaos I madeone request Turn your eyes from mymotherGrant me the chance torepay her For she has endured allmy mistakesGrant me this chance to painta smile on her…
By: Taiwo Boluwatife HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUN’S SHADOW? Have you ever seen the sunRiding into its nest?Settling not to sleep,But prepare for the next day. Adjacent the settling sunIs a blinding flaming round furnaceFuming from the red devil sideAt…