By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Spring has fallenthe air bounces with fluorescentwaves intoxicating the night.I sit alone on the rocktasting the stings of starry spikesthe murmurs of trees get lostin the heat of whistling wind.I taste love bitteradding pepper to memories.A…

By: Riddhi Bhattacharya A sunshine poured in and dust crawls around,My frail ears pick up the bark of a distant hound,One by one the casements catch,The suns beams beneath the golden thatch. From there cosy abodes the sparkly eyes peep,Some…

By: Alan Cohen Solitude Of course not all sunlit days are yellowI have this one to myselfChimes, garden, goldfinchBright verandaEtched, lacy shadows of a wrought-iron, outdoor tableMaple-stained cedar benchRestless lakewater, nimble, sparkling I withdrawInto the courtyardWhere the stone floor is…

By: Jean Rover “Madge says I’m boring,” Chuck confided to Max. “I think she’s going to leave me.” The old dog looked up with his one good eye. The other was swollen and sightless, destroyed by a cataract and glaucoma….

By Kimberly Nicole The recess bell rings. It was never on time: the responsibility for ringing it was that of a grade six teacher who often passed that responsibility onto whichever of her students was wearing a watch. I step…

By Ronita Sinha      The day I brought you home Campari, is the day I fell in love with you. I christened you Campari after a wine-coloured lipstick that I adored at the time. You were, of course, black and white…

By Claudia Spiridon Stark silence embraces the picture of the two figures, shadows driving along the space between them. A pair of eyes tries to find the other, but the search is fruitless – unbothered gazes pass them over and…

By: Michal Reiben Gnome school days are long and finish at half-past four. As well as all the usual subjects, they are also taught special tricks to fight against goblinoids, how to dodge giants, and also to do magic feats….

By: A Whittenberg Our Plight In some countries,Poets are persecuted: jailed,Beaten, even hungIn America, they have it harderHere, we ignore them. ### So They Say… We’re all in this togethersincewe’re all in this togetheruntilwe’re all not in this togetherbecause afterwe’re…

By: James Glass Detective Gail Summers arrived at the residence of 65 Ocean Drive. The spacious beach house overlooked the Gulf of Mexico as waves rolled onto the shore. From the bedroom door, Gail examined the room from top to…