By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and […]
The Tuesday Quandary
Time spent by the Ganga river in Rishikesh
It’s common for Delhiites and people living in the NCR to escape to the mountains on extended weekends and during holidays. I hail from Himachal so I understand the anxiety to go […]
‘Six Nouns in Search of a Verb’ and other poems
By: Sheila E. Murphy abecedarian anthropology is not my majorbut has evolved to draw meclose by quiz prep to thedownside of experience aselevation, shaping shorthandfractals at first flea-sized then scaledgargantuan before summerheat […]
Goddess power to the rescue
By William T. Hathaway Humanity is now in disaster mode, trapped in three double binds: a choice between war or national decline if we don’t fight, between climate catastrophe or economic collapse […]
Crisis
By Karen Lee Stradford The worldin a terrible state,peace, love and happiness is-lost. Like a bumpy, gravel road,life is difficult to maneuver,negative vibes are ahead. At war with ourselves,weapons are everywhereas hate […]
‘Lives, Lived and Unlived’ and other poems
By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing […]
‘Rinse’ and other poems
By: Michael Gerard Rinse Steady handsFists pre-bloodied,Ready for the skirmishPromised by tomorrow. Trepidation calls outEagerly, contemptuously,Nibbling at the frontal lobe,Soon to be gnawing. The day comes,The room heats.Smog muddies the airas brutality […]
The Duplex and Picasso’s Nudes
By C. Wrenn Ball James’s beard had always been spry and full, but with age came sophistication, and gray hairs. They were made especially clear upon the Wharry Bridge, a rickety thoroughfare […]
An Afternoon
By: Tony Walt I am doing nothingat the pool todayclouds drowsing above someone is bombing citiessomeone is screaming in trafficsomeone is stuck in a broken elevator I scratch my belly andfeel the […]
‘Daily Scrip’ and other poems
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Daily Scrip It’s pit against mind behind screen.And is it evens, you can win?Addictive, just one dose a day.Why is it, Wordle, reaches parts?If logic leads your disciplines,your bell […]
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