By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, […]
Poem: The Bird Fence
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Poem: Antler Tree
By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich […]
Poem: Inspiration
By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I […]
Story: Alaya
By: Kishor It was a month since Alaya saw her counselor. She was in her living room with her best friend when the office worker showed up to get Alaya when she […]
Story: Sholay- rekindled
By: Khemendra Kumar I felt certain hollowness. It must be due to a long travel. Yes, it was a rather long journey. 16 hours flight from Fiji to Hong Kong, 8 hours idle […]
Poem: Serendipity
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Image upon the waters placid I had invoked From the corners of my mind An interminable stream Image upon the waters placid Free and fair, the maiden with […]
Poem: THE PORTRAIT OF A LOVER
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Gently, I muse a digit weeping lorn of love’s keeping; lulled by nothing but a rancorous clanging of a heart scarcely beating and a memory, distant yet fresh […]
Poem: For The Wine Maker
By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and […]
Poem: Tell Me Why
By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing […]
Poem: The Distance Between Rooms
By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered […]
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