By Chitra Gopalakrishnan (Review: Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of Hawakal, August 2025, New Delhi.) Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of New Delhi-based Hawakal, August 2025, is a handpicked selection of Lahiri’s…

By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in the nightParading on their journeyLike tempests to create fright Hurricanes happenA vortex…

By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.You will walk thequiet path.For in this life,you have been chosen.

By Susmita Mukherjee The fan whirred lazily above the small dining table as the morning light filtered through the thin lace curtains. The sound of traffic from the main road drifted faintly into the modest two-bedroom flat in North Kolkata….

By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping the open trees,the light unchanges into light,the light transpierces lightlike a waterfall of…

By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her left,And I with the sun upon my right. The moon glowed turquoise blue,The waning sun burned crimson red,Yet peace lay…

By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother’s slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted was sugar, not the Kingdom or its money Bare bottoms banishedbefore being tossed outside to play, It watches – full…

By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the gentle echoOf you calling my…

By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Dogs, and became too…

By: Peter Aronson Every Sunday morning, Paul rides the subway uptown from his place to visit his mom and dad in their Morningside Heights apartment. Although he was forewarned by his older friends, he was struggling with what he was…