By Hiba Heba A kitchen table is ornamented with the paragons of humanity. It is the beginning, as well as the end of the world. Joy Harjo and her pensiveness record history around a kitchen table in her spellbinding, homely…
By Onkar Sharma Very recently, I picked up another book from the Crossword bookstore. It was a book called ‘Fluid’ by Ashish Jaiswal. ‘Fluid’ is a treatise that questions the popular education system poised to produce specialists by discouraging cross-discipline…
By Onkar Sharma Santiago, a shepherd and the protagonist of Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’, goes after a treasure but finds many as far as I understood the tale. I suddenly drew out the book from my library after many years…
Reviewed by William T. Hathaway The Supreme Awakening: Experiences of Enlightenment Throughout Time — And How You Can Cultivate Them is the ultimate guide to higher states of consciousness. This latest book from Craig Pearson presents inspiring experiences from mystics…
By: Shilpa Rajagopal In botany one day we learned about tylosis,the physiological process – a phenomenon, really-that protects the heartwood in treesa battalion of vessels barricading the decay so that darkness no longer enshrouds the wood…I sit at my desk,…
By: Joan Carol Bird Peru The curator lingerson monastery steps—restoration renders fourfanciful touristsfortunate voyeursin this sixteenth-century cloister.Besides the hermitall life here is for the moment banished.Our monk ushers usfrom one macabre chamberto anotherlocking ghostly elements in placebehind us.Cedar wood reliefs…
By: Carol Smallwood Carole Mertz, author, poet, and editor, has had works published in literary journals, U.S., Canada, Great Britain, and Africa. She is a Book Review Editor for Dreamers Creative Writing; reader of prose and poetry for Mom Egg…
By: Jean Fineberg Rubies Glistening ruby beads on four parallel chains parade across her teenage arm. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the drawn blinds. Nighttime at noon. Her shaking hand holds a light bulb and squeezes, squeezes until it shatters….
By: Patricia Saunders I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch I am drawing in breath and plunging down passageways I am dim with night, and full of light. My soul takes wings And I am swinging, suspended,…