By: Rakev Gemechu Glory to Him We sit in a circle, arms folded tight,feet beating the earth like it owes us something.The sun isn’t gentle; it burns our soles darker,carves white lines across skin like old scars.My feet, still smooth,…

Dilli Writers Buddies was the name of the event, and it marked the first-ever Author Meet organized by the podcast channel Books & Theories. The initiative brought together a thriving community of writers, poets, and publishing professionals at Utsav, Lower Ground, The…

By: Richard LeDue “The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” I can understand why people listento Mozart, and although he died long ago,he left something much more alivethan a ghost, and I also know whysome people conversewith empty rooms,letting their…

By: Connie Woodring March 25,1945. That is the day we received a new patient on our ward. Her name is Buella Whitehouse. I wasn’t sure if she would be accepted by everyone (patients and staff), since she is a Negro….

By: Elaine Lennon “Action.” I dreamed I killed my co-star last night. You could say it was a long time coming. You see, twenty years ago, when I was a mere starlet, she took the screen role that had been…

By: Bruce Levine Now post avant-gardeNew directions are open Choosing a new path Polytonal daysBuilding on tonalityResolution found

By: Eolas Pellor There was one cloud in the sky. Thin and wispy, it hurried south high overhead, borne on dry winds no one below could feel. Old lore, half forgotten, said such clouds foretold a weather change, so Gus…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Banu Mushtaq, hardly known beyond her circle of activists and the Bandaya Sahitya movement in Karnataka, has suddenly caught the attention of the literary world by winning the International Booker 2025. She deserves the recognition because she…

By: James Aitchison The words inour heartneed nointerpretation.They are the truth.All men hear them,and each must decidehis course… In strength, onefinds gentleness;fear has fled;peace replacesconfusion andextends time.The rush of theearthly fades intosilence.And silence isabsolute.

By: Cariou Beijing, China.May 16, 1966. Sunny. After school in the afternoon, our teachers asked students to sign up to join the Red Guards[i] while class cadres were compelled to join. At the age of thirteen, I didn’t understand what…