By: Richard C Lin Legend has it that Dad was once a very different person. San Bo (third paternal elder uncle) shares tales of Dad as a skinny and mischievous scamp. Like the mythical Monkey King Sun Wukong, he would…

By: Dexter Alex Being locked away was the best part of being alive these days, I was kept sedated and restrained so I wouldn’t take my own life. I had tried, fractured my skull in the process but somehow they…

By: Alan Swyer Waking up in the morning, which had long been a joy for Ed Rubin, turned instead into a source of dread once Valerie, along with two other junior account execs, lost her job at an ad agency….

By: John E.C.         for R.N. The reason? To heighten, within the populace, the fear and hatred of the perceived enemy’s threat, in order to increase the state’s authoritarian grip. A straight up and down Black Op job, of course….

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Jan – the anniversary of his death I doubt you’ve ever heard of him,mere footnote, nation’s history,a martyr, cold war, distant past,in black and white, even the flame,but I was adolescent then. Jan Palach, student, name burned…

By: Dr K. V. Raghupathi The Search Scratching and scraping the ashesto find his father’s on the banks of Gangaas the silken evening light stretches over the gentle flow.Tireless in mid-summer“What are you looking for?”“For the ashes of my father.”“Sixteen…

By: Benedict Ofora Okonkwo I felt bad within any time I see itThe hatred it create was a force that shook meHe should die a painful deathThe very thing I’m trying to run away from caught me between my legsHe…

By: Raj Ratanmala I got awaken by the mellifluous twitter,of a bunch of nightingales;Perceived myself in a peculiar world ,Trees with golden leaves , rivers of pearls,That amiable silence unheard ,Like the sleeping Matterhorn left undisturbed. “Where am I?” ,…

By: Dee Z. Black like a smooth rock in the sunYellow like a goldfinch and wriggling side to side right in front of the man’s footstepThe skinny snake side-winded across the stone and into a hole, a garden drain pipeThe…

By Barbara Dolan             “Do ships that pass in the night eat together?”             Walking down to the dorm cafeteria, Bethany heard someone say something, but assuming they weren’t talking to her, she just kept walking and entered the cafeteria….