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Poetry

Shared with Literary Yard By: Sahaj Sabharwal. Jagdish Di Hatti and Chowk Chabutra Money can buy Food but not Nutrition. Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks. Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth. Money can buy Books but not Knowledge. Money…

Fiction

By: Alexander Kemp Life is good. Life is beautiful. This is my thought as I take a final look over my notes. My students, adults with disabilities, file into the classroom. Phone buzzes. Taking out my phone, I see notifications…

Fiction

By: Alan Swyer “I’ve been thinking about the wedding,” Clementine said over a dinner of coconut soup, string beans, and duck larb on a chilly February evening at their favorite Thai restaurant in Brooklyn. “Which means?” asked Geller. “I’d really…

Books Reviews

Writing a story sounds easy. But it is a skill which can be acquired without paying a price. The price is constant practice and patience. One has to toil and slog like an ass. Here are a few tips that…

Poetry

By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang The Sea of The Golden Palace   Happiness is the memory of heaven And the soul is as sweet as the sun. On the canvas of the death you daub a…

Fiction

By Eric Burbridge It rained for twenty-four hours before Emory decided to get high. The cast on his shattered left leg and hip itched like hell. He needed relief and waved the flame under the spoon. He drew the heroin…

Fiction

By: Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church. At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet. That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”. We met within sighting distance of St….

Poetry

By: Kathy Abrahams Lifeless masks on faces, Souls tainted by lies…lust, Hypocrisy and greed, Enmeshed in sticky webs of deceit.

Drama

By Balu George Interior – Restaurant – Afternoon – Cochin. Two men in their mid-thirties are seated at a table having lunch. One is Paul, who runs an aquarium store and the other is Rajeev who works in an I.T…

Poetry

By: Onkar Sharma He walked by the bridge-rail and mumbled. He sobbed on the past mistakes and tumbled. Yet he did hold himself and stopped in the centre to overlook the eerie waves that did enter in broad daylight through…