By Patrice Greanville Gaither Stewart’s Babylon Falling is unusual in that the author has assembled a collection of twenty-four plus one essays, thought pieces and articles, which, taken together, form a step-by-step intellectual autobiography that reflects and relates the story…
By: JP Miller Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots,…
By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face…
By: Adam Kluger “Come on KIRK–get it up and down already or we are going to miss the time slot,” the agitated TV Executive yelled into the edit-room. “You are making it difficult for me to do my job correctly,” he…
By: Adam Kluger “That was some serious stage craft” “Anika is a serious person” “I dig her” “Everybody does–you two should do work together. Anika knows everybody Downtown. “Yeah, I bet.” “Anika’s a firestorm.” “She’s like Brigid on rocket fuel.”…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only…
By: Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not that costly, the people of Ohio could have been given each a powerful camera, which on that particular day could have helped them capture that bright thing that drifted across the blue sky…
By: Gaither Stewart A civilization reveals itself as fruitful by its ability to incite others to imitate it: when it no longer dazzles them, it is reduced to a mere collection of odds and ends and vestiges of former worldly…
By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve been walking all my life I’m busy running all the time With the busy job of her family She’s given me a concept of work in my spirit She’s taught me love,…
By: Puja Devanand Her days are numbered Working itself backwards There will be an end Someday Is it worse, not knowing at all Or knowing when? Would she dare fall in love? Worm her way into a healthy heart…