By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them…

By: Karlie Taylor My little brother woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “It hurts! Sissy, help me!” Half-asleep, I listened to his voice claw at his bedroom door, spill out the hallway, and pull the sheets off…

By: Chris Kim Sculpted by hands of an Eastern craftsman,A story begins in the land where the sun expands.Cherry blossoms flutter, unfurling the past,Yet dreams dance westward, tethered to the mast.We set our sails, a sea of stars our guide,To…

Pune is a bustling city that attracts travellers worldwide. So whether visiting Pune for business or pleasure, finding the perfect hotel is essential for a comfortable and luxurious stay. And this blog compiles the ten best hotels in Pune that…

By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one not returns backAnd also the thread of communication…

By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her parents discovered that her new love interest wasn’t…

By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing…

By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call…

By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White…

By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor…