By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my…

By Ellis Shuman I remember meeting Milena the day I rode on one of Sofia’s rusty orange trams for the first time. I remember boarding, searching for somewhere to validate my ticket. The ticket was a thin piece of paper,…

By: Anthony Ward             Will painstakingly painted the same scene over and over. Like Monet’s Rouen Cathedral. Except this was no cathedral. It was the stone wall that enclosed his own back yard at the end of the lawn behind…

By: CLS Sandoval Christmas Lucky Ducks I hadn’t heard much from my dad in yearsJust a text here and thereMostly my choice He always sent strange giftsMaybe they were only strange because he didn’t really know meI never really let…

By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI A haunting litanyOf love that can’t be deniedPainful absenceLoss of fragranceOf a fallen liveHere and there, livedSo much bitterness swallowed! And the end of the road a blatant truth,An imminent separationWill love triumph over so…

By Ranjit Kulkarni Why did God give the human species the intelligence to invent the mobile phone? Sitting alone in a plush restaurant in despair, young Rakesh Oswal threw his phone away. Even in the AC of the restaurant, his…

By: Jim Bates The old man sat staring out the window of his apartment. The mask mandate had been lifted and people were flocking into the city’s streets to celebrate, some even dancing. He thought about his dear wife, lost…

By: Giulia Imperioli The reason why we read literature, read nonfiction, read poetry, and absorb the lyrics of songs is connection and seeking of higher meaning/understanding. Reading and consuming art is purely a social act – we hold a magnifying…

By: Bakhtiar Ahmed Ocean of Pain I am floating in the vast oceanof pain, the ocean so beautifulso placid, so dark, so infiniteevery cell in my bodygetting personal attentiontortured individually, torture, somethodological so thorough, not evenone cell, not even one…

By: Patrick Tong after K-Ming Chang & Topaz Winters Let us, my father reminds me in our bedroom / kitchen /lobby. Let us forcep the facts, a forensic of friends,first-timers, and foes. Let us brief over the bygone. Once,for some…