By: Kelvin J. Shachile Distraction I dream I am in a homeWhich isn’t my own.I see light like a flash far away fromThe fields where the Maasai moransHerd their flocks and cattle.And so amidst all these distractions,I find no life…
Writing a story sounds easy. But it is a skill which can be acquired without paying a price. The price is constant practice and patience. One has to toil and slog like an ass. Here are a few tips that…
By: Alan Berger “I’m going to kill myself”, Rob said to himself. Rob stood by the subway tracks, waiting for the next train to send him to paradise, or Hell, or wherever the Hell you go when you do something…
By: Christian My mind is aimless like a wandering arrow hurtled from an inexpert bow Or like an open fuse with no outlet to fulfill it, Hissing sparks indignantly against whatever stands ahead. My brain, despair besieging it, writhes in agony,…
By: Srinivas S. Kumar Absence From love remembered, since unmade; Of night that is the death of day; Through sleep forgotten in a dream; Past leaves which long again for trees; To waves that stay in castles crashed; And skies that…
By: Denise O’Hagan Pine nuts at lunchtime It was in the way of things That a casual sighting in a supermarket trolley In front of me of a packet of nuts And I was a girl again Delighting in that…
By: Janis Butler Holm Karen Leick’s Gertrude Stain and the Making of an American Celebrity (Routledge, 2009) refutes the persistent notion that Stein, as a high-modernist aesthete, labored in relative obscurity, unknown to the American public, before the wildly successful publication…
By Michael Mogel Tire tracks fade in winters freeze A drunken winter – a spring time tease Brown pine needles slip from boughs Mittens drop to the wooden floor Wandering at night alone Watched from a winter window Like children…
By: James G. Piatt Idols of Stone Idols of stone, the remains of the ancient times of dinosaurs, pharaoh’s, pagan priests, kings, and tyrants, rest on tiny pebbles in a soft forest grove. They are silent during the day but speak…
By: Daniel de Cullá “Autumn Spider” (Song Caminos Rancheros/Fall Equinox 1975/Gioia). The Great Blafigria, Vol. II E III Once there was a spider Just finishing her web But autumn came With red and yellow leaves, and the wind That blew her…