By Neera Kashyap Pre-life Discrimination may be about colour caste race gender.Discrimination may also be about perceiving right from wrong;friend from foe; good from bad; law from justice….Sometimes a person feels like a friend because she has arrived;a rash of…
By: Kelly L. Miller Black bird, beautiful black bird, take flightInto the greyness of the nearest nightThrough the blend of darkest ebony and lightest whiteTo the greatest of brand-new twinkling heights Black bird, beautiful black bird, do you ventureTo scope…
‘The Four Colors’ by Ankur is the latest poetry collection that presents the different colours of life in four sections. Published by Kolkata-based Hawakal Publishers, the poetry collection goes deeper to explore the meaning of life through four colours. The…
By: Gary William Ramsey FILE CABINET OF DREAMS Kill that dream, stop that smile.For after a while, you must fileyour life it seems, by those dreams. God does not file lives alphabetically.He files dreams systematically. It’s been awhile, since God…
By Douglas J. Lanzo “My Grandfather’s Walking Stick” When I was a boy and stilla few years – but one dream – away from becoming a man,my grandfather presented me withhis prized walking stick,trimmed with his pocketknife froma handsome stick…
By: Rachna Goswami I have walked in someone elses’ shoes several times and have experienced the world of possibilities.I have moved away from home yet found home everywhere .I am young but I have already lived thousand lives without dying.I…
By Tom Zompakos Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns feet to dance floor beats or yanks the arm…
By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and together with feline family,disappears into the stratosphere. ###…
By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### Hatchlings Our mother hoversover us with juicy worms,beaks…
By: H.L. Dowless Today the woman in white will walk out to Heart Heat bridge.Nobody anywhere knows her true nameor what she is intending to do by sauntering out to the edge.Is she searching for a long lost ghost?Does some…