By: Mark Fitzpatrick STREET SCENE i. Overweight, cherub-faced, young man in a yellow Batman T-shirt shooed away by enough women so that he’d rather spend his hours curled up in a cave with computers, crusading against those who disdain love…

By: Peter Leslie Watson Les Misérables as a Blog Valjean made Cosette his ward as a favour to her dying mother, Fantine. But no good deed goes unpunished—as is evidenced by his blog! January 17th That bloody innkeeper, Thénardier, and…

By: Nell Cunningham There is a picture of us. It is September 14, 2002, our wedding day. I am thirty-seven and you are thirty. It is just after dinner, nearly time for us to leave the head table and take…

By: Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh green is green be it lush as the grazings of Nigeria dark as the envy in the bladders of our ‘leaders’ cool as the essence of grape plummy as fresh green apples or unripe as the…

By: Mukund Gnanadesikan It’s OK, officer. You seem like a nice young man. I’d like to think that I was once like you. Back away from me. Go back down those stairs, please. For your own sanity. You ask me…

By: Susana McArthur Memories of that last year at the University came flooding back as he sat on the hard bed. Closing his eyes, his mind re-lived that fateful last year and he admitted to himself that those had been…

By: Mythili Nagarajan I dived deep Into the past To collect The scattered self. Where Self remained Still With Wild guts. The collective remains Sheathed The me With Haunting shield. Lost in Own wilderness Me in me Crawled And Creeped…

By: Anupama Mishra The days are unpleasant, perilous and grave for the old. Having been deserted and left he is avoided like an abandoned house with its broken doors and sagging porch. Poor old, considered as an oxidised lock, is…

By: Dave Gregory Two tanned, barefoot, young men in wet swimsuits sit on white sand in the shade of a long, lofty row of Casuarina trees. Elongated green leaves, resembling brushstrokes in a French Impressionist painting, sway in a warm…

By: Andrew Broadous Laundry Day In this psych ward, the nurse unlocks the door with a keycard, one electric pop, and as the heavy metal halts shut, I turn, peer through a small glass window. I see the world escaping,…