By: Jibanananda DasTranslated by: Kousik Adhikari When I last met her in the field- I said, ‘One day in this time Come again, if you desire After twenty five years!’ Saying this I returned […]
Poem: After Twenty Five Years
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Poem: Girls Know Bicycles
By: Kousik Adhikari Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop And the water feels devilish before turn cold, On my way home, I see several of them Riding with […]
Story: Foxfire
By: Raymond Greiner Ivaloo Johnson was 15years old living in a high hollow in the Virginia highlands, the only child of Arlie and Isabelle Johnson. Arlie and Isabelle homesteaded this land in […]
Story: Stand By Me
By: Akash Vikas Rumade Somewhere in 2024, Aditya took a sip from his tea and slurped in dismay. It might have been his tenth cup for that day. He rolled his tongue […]
Poem: Velvet benches
By: David Hutt velvet benches and heroin dreams, men with backpacks filled with life slung onto shoulders and walked though streets dragging beards and feet and clumping along with desperation down to the […]
Poem: As good as it gets
By: David Hutt For several nights I kissed her lobotomy eyes, kissed her pre-torn wrists, dissolved her anxieties in our imperfections. She asked me things like, is it possible to love two people? […]
Poem: On the night love padlocks were removed from Pont des Arts
By: David Hutt Tonight I believed the sky could make music. Stars, moon, the trickle of the Seine, I roll myself in a sleeping bag and listen to the sky sing its dirge […]
Poem: breathing
By: April Mae M. Berza to breathe the same air that you breathe I share a part of me, a portion of my existence to feel the pulse of the clock I must try […]
Poem: to forget you
By: April Mae M. Berza to forget you is to write an elegy when the world rejoices in glee the bliss is an abyss to kiss the fears away to forget you is to […]
Poem: the fall of sakuras
By: April Mae M. Berza witnessing the fall of sakuras is waiting for love to go beyond love love is but a distance, from the tree, the flowers plunge into the abyss like my […]
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