By: Ken W. Simpson An equivocation quiveringbeside a lonely line of transientscaught fleeing from Gatesand forced to wait to be injectedwhile trying to remain safeas recommended by specialistsand refuse to be poisonedby this deadly untested vaccine. American governments have had…

By: Ram Govardhan Much before Darwin’s unpaid voyages around the southern hemisphere, from the very dawn of ethical contemplation, lying has been a topic for serious reflection despite the fact that Homo sapiens had taken to lying as instinctively as…

By: Srinivas S The Sibilant Company The rage of winds, the rustling grass,A mourning sea, the mouth of fire,The lap of land as rains arrive—They speak the ending of our namesIn beginning crescendos, faint:They are, they seem to say of…

By Chandra Shekhar Dubey What makes me to walkon the road leaving a world behind.?            A world that I made of my choice            Leaving my fragrant home            Old banyan tree , mango groves            and rippling crops on field            Where cattle…

As per the WHO, nearly 800,000 people succumb to suicides globally every year. This number is growing every year as mental health specialists struggle to put an end to this pandemic, which is far more dangerous than the COVID-19. Through…

By: Frank C Modica The Shovel Manafter Carl Sandburg Every summer Grandpa worked magicin his backyard garden with a shovel in hand.He loved spading dirt over newly seeded beds, setting poles for string beans, sharing the bounty with his family.In…

By: Nicole Lane “He can barely walk,” Angel whined to her mother, “we have to take him to get help at the vet.”             “We can’t afford to fix it, honey. We can barely afford your own hospital bills for…

By William T. Hathaway At last a book that not only makes quantum physics understandable for general readers but shows how it has practical value for us. Author Dr. Robert M. Oates Jr. presents this abstract, theoretical topic in a…

By: Katherine Wei I intertwine my fingers with the laces of today,as the irregularity of my heartbeatthumps to a seagull’s flight, flapping.If the forgone moments can rip me into clear-cut halves,torn between what ifs and no, that happened already,maybe then…

By: Carson Pytell Physis The waking hour, upon a high promontorystretching from woods over a mirrored sky. A breeze picks up, tousles matted hair,traces a stiff chill from the neck down. Fifty yards out is a rocky islet, one tree.In…