By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of…

By: Balogun Abdulmueed. A BEYOND THE CLOUDS I am yours, I am already yoursfriendship can’t bear the burden anymore, it’s too heavy a mountain for her neck. She might collapse like limber belief. You’re mine, you’re already minefriendship should bind…

By: Ian McFarland Manifesto To domesticate the antand invite the earthworm out to dinner.To return the cartel’s contraband,“smoke dope, get high” I will say.To end embargosand bring the democrat to a red stateand bring the conservative to a blue body…

By: Adam Kluger It will end someday…but I probably won’t be around to see that thought Eldred Chambarlee. 90+ days in self-quarantine can make a man think. Think about his mortality. His mistakes. His loved ones. His courage or lack…

By: Adam Kluger It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.  After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up…

By: Suzanne Cottrell Ghost Harbingers Once I walked on dry coastal plains,smelled the balmy scent of white cedars,where white-tailed deer and black bears,roamed and barred owls nested.Forests hemmed between erodingbeaches and flat farmland. Sea levels rise at alarming rates,briny water…

By: Jeremiah Minihan          If he was writing this as a story, he would call it “The Homecoming”. But, George Flannery chuckled, that title had been used many times before. He knew that he would not be writing the story…

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin The year 2020 is a remarkable year for Bangladesh as the people celebrate Bangabandhu’s centennial birth anniversary.  The Father of the Nation is an inspiration to the young generation to be a patriot, a real fighter…

By: Carol Casey The Ant The ant crawls across my page,life is small,life is teaming with tiny busynessglides over my words,scanning for sustenance, not finding itthen over and under and around,across my arm, tickling, sending shivers.Swiping, sweeping, I, gigantic force,alter…

By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Most artists and writers keep their inner space sacred and inviolate. The core from where their creativity springs. Some keep their inner world more private than others. They don’t need a quarantine imposed by the…