By: Harrison Abbott My elder brother Pete asked me to look after his four-year-old kid and I really didn’t want to but I had to accept because he had no other […]
Pillow like a Parachute
Last Night
By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench […]
Sowers in the Dust
By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm […]
‘We’ll show you’ and other poems
By: Linda M. Crate we’ll show you i don’t belongto this world,i am a part of theone you are too afraidto take a chance on;i am part of a worldmuch better than […]
The First Mistake
By: William T. Hathaway Establishment journalists and politicians are despairingly asking: Why did we fail in our well-meaning efforts to help the Afghan people? What were our mistakes? But they ignore their […]
Five Indian fantasy novels that are my favorite
India embarked upon the fantasy fiction bandwagon a bit too late – at least when it comes to English fantasy fiction – yet it doesn’t deter it from competing with the best […]
Conviction
By: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala High morale, boosted status, and superbStyle of living makes one feel your better ¬–Off guise and you are in seventh heavenJust a delusion, you are out of it […]
15 bagels and a brioche bun
By: Ivy Geren I’m sitting in a swirl of dreamsHalf-formed, half-dreamtStacked on top of each other like the crusts of a million barely-eaten sandwichesBut I’ve learned that the idea of a dream […]
Erotophobia
By: Rachel Chitofu Sometimes we learnfrom ameliorating televisionbroadcasts—maybe the sunsnarls morefatally in contrasted shadesof itselfand you look better today,now that your clothesare finally off.I am still a child and maybe that’s why […]
Villanelle For The Beggar’s Sign: “I am Blind Please Give Amended By A Passer By
By: Dorie LaRue It is spring and the blind beggar is separatefrom the deluge of blossoms and those dazedby soundless eloquent branches that celebrate all those things which do not hesitateto call […]
