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Fiction

By: Tamizh Ponni VP The last time Atul listened to  Bill Withers’s “Lovely Day” could have easily been 20 years ago. Mirror balls adorning the well-lit fresh Christmas conifer glistened under the moonlight’s graceful intrusion into the living room. Sweden…

Poetry

By: Judith Ferster Deprivation or Trying on the Other We don’t have it easy being white. The apesthat ape you in cartoons are whitebut grew fur coats to compensate.Our only prize is vitamin D.The price is wrinkles and skin cancer.When…

Poetry

By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days…

Poetry

By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Heavenly Temples and Towers I rode a heavenly camel towards a desolate desert, .a jade bottle poured the sweet dew of the Kingdom of Heavenand converged a lake of springs that never…

Poetry

By Amrita Valan In Conjunctio Oppositorum The promise, ofArdhnarishwaraPledge of Purush,Evolutionary elegancePerfect synchronicityYin-Yang, Dark-LightFire-Water, Hard-Soft,Eros and ThanatosDestruction and creationGerms of entropy,Seeded in nascence.Fusion of promiseIn true mystical union,Holistic leap of faithOver spiritual oceans.Ananthnaga devouringSheshnaga’s tail.Alpha to omegaWedded congruence.Parsing syncretismRichest essences.Wondrous…

Poetry

By: Puneet Kumar Tonight Let Us Play Together Tonight let us play togetherA game that has no rulesJust two of us will playSee how long we can play We both have to be carefulKeep each other’s interest aliveNot let this…

Poetry

By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a…

Fiction

By: Tom Ball      I, Clarissa, said to Stephen, “There’s no turning back now!” We had entered “Paradise,” and were about to meet God. This God was said to be angelic and inspirational. And we had both been hypnotized to…

Poetry

By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain.

Fiction

By Paweł Markiewicz In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered…