By: Carl Papa Palmer He wears the blue blazer every dayfor breakfast, lunch and dinnersince the lovely lady in room 18invited him to her table during teasaying how dapper he would lookin a sport jacket matching his eyes. Her eyes…

By Stephen Tillman        Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent several weeks in a hospital. The army doctors…

By: Richard LeDue Wordless A grey sky says it allwithout a single word,even if it leaves mesearching for a wayto express sadness that isn’t heavyas lead, while his cancer diagnosissinks in- my mind listening to the silencethat sounds a lot…

By: Pramod Rastogi Why Fear the Future? Not even a nanosecond to lose has Time,It has been on its trot since the Big Bang.The future continually recedes into the pastAs Time moves into the mists of infinity. The threads of…

By Ruth Z. Deming He was late, very very late. I was frantic, but I had gotten a messagehe would soon be here. I was diverting myself by talking to a former boyfriend, RussellEisenman, now living in McAllen, Texas. The…

By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and dreamed of a society that was tolerant and…

By Harrison Abbott You walk home at night, maybe two miles. A pumping sadness all day; these wrathful stories have worn you out. You step off the curb, clumsily, and a car nearly hits you, turning into the junction: it’s…

By Ramprasath Rengasamy      “My name is Rash. I am a pharmacologist. I have been broadcasting from all the AM channels on the Rima continent from Maxas. Seven hundred billion people worldwide have fallen victim to the virus. Countries and…

By Robert Isaacs Chiwala Witnessed Tales Beautiful dyes spreadIn twilight of sunsetStories I have experiencedColourful like a rainbow I had done this beforeI was naïveNo remedy in regretOnly pain but life goes on I had witnessed thisI was there that…

By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that…