By: Milt Montague One particularly bright and sunny spring day back in the middle 1960’s Uncle Ralph walked into our store on Madison Avenue and announced that he and his wife May had just arrived from their home in Miami…
By: Anupama Kadwad Rocking back and forth with a creaking sound can still envision him sitting on the chair At the strike of seven rushed to catch our place by his feet tiny eager faces waited in anticipation huddled close by…
By: Constance Woodring Every day we hear your name, you always sound the same. You got war in your nose. It doesn’t matter where you buy your clothes. You’re a shot in the dark, waiting to make your mark. We can…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg At the old café, she puffed nicotine’s charms Into a perambulator that swayed a bit; such Dragon-breath assayed her wrapped baby. Wasting no time, a waiter, urged by his manager’s Stare, scolded. His long finger wiggled back…
By: Keith Moul Fargo winters see drifts stack atop a snowflake. Ignore fact in favor of illusion and lose feeling. So after church we gather at a home, do a count of heads and recount all present on the safe side….
So, you have got one of those latest HD LED TVs and a Blu-Ray player but still you don’t get the theatre like experience because the TVs speaker aren’t that good. In order to get the theatre like movie watching…
Translation by : Filip Enache One day, God called St. Peter to him and said : St. Peter, I want you to go around the world to see haw the people are doing. I gave them the Bible full of…
If anyone asks to list the place which is ancient yet renowned for its elegance and history, it is obvious for ‘Delhi’ to float into anyone’s mind. The city of Delhi is known to be the residence of our early…
By Ian Fletcher Before I start my humble analysis, here is the poem to refresh the memories of those who know it and to introduce it to those who haven’t read this masterpiece of nineteenth century poetry: Because I could…
By: Lana Bella Where earth was song and currents, I spread false indigo onto nights given glow of human skin, recalled to the pull of your hands in abeyance that was both real and omnipresent. Darkly of life I slept, pressing black to…