By: Hayden Hart For eight hours per day, five days a week, for around two-hundred and sixty days per year, I generated spreadsheets for AutoFlash, the third largest Jeep auto parts distributer […]
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Mowgli’s Mother
By: Mehreen Ahmed “What a strange name? Mowgli’s mother,” Brenda Braidy said. “Yes, very strange, ” said her friend Frieda Jane. “But do you know what?” Brenda asked. “What?” “What’s even stranger, […]
‘The Betrayal’ and other poems by Rex Chilcote
By: Rex Chilcote The Betrayal It is inevitable that life will betray you. The betrayal is as certain as the rising and setting sun. There are many types of betrayal: There is […]
‘I Am Running Out of Places to Clean’ and other poems by Aashika Suresh
By: Aashika Suresh I Am Running Out of Places to Clean My cupboard is arranged by pants, shorts, skirts, shirts, tees, formal wear, semi-formal wear, informal wear, indoor, outdoor, forest, beach, blues, […]
Poems: ‘Room and Heart’ n ‘Dawn’
By: Hardeep Sabharwal Room and Heart While vacating a room Someone who goes Covers all the necessary things And leaves Waste things Scattered here and there In the room, In the same […]
‘The Blind Storm’ and other poems by Yan Yin Phoi
By: Yan Yin Phoi The Blind Storm You hear it before you see The skies morph into darkness. Its roar cracks through your soul. Plop plop plop. They fall heavy, swift, as […]
Poems: ‘Compare and contrast’ n ‘I dare you’
By: Kashiana Singh Compare and contrast She lived a flower arrangement routine Details, twines, pin holder perfection I box flowers in confused bursts tiger lily’s unabashedly preen peony’s skip in affection embarrassing […]
Poem: To Wake
By: Harrison Abbott To wake, so many times under the canopy of non-sleep; Dreams held in bizarre crossroads, lashed piers, burnt woodlands, Wherein the clowns reside and horsebacked men tap their pistols. […]
Story: A poem
By: Vivek Nath Mishra When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl named Shashi and started writing poems for her. She had boy-cut hairstyle and she wore round glasses, […]
Sundays At The Gangster’s Mansion
By: Tamra Scott-Hunt Nearly every Sunday in 1993, I had dinner at a mafia boss’s mansion. I was friends with a bona fide gangster — the real deal. I’ll call him “Jay” […]
