By: G. Louis Heath A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think…
By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important…
By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as…
By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they…
By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —…
Eagle’s Eye: Life and Works of Farrukh Ahmed: A Cristal Analysis about a humanitarian poet
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By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh….
By: Adam Kluger Jacob Shellstein was an ordinary New York Dermatologist who enjoyed collecting stamps, studying birds, reading Revolutionary war books and treating his patients. When his wife had just about enough of their normal existence without the luxurious perks her…
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…