By Chitra Gopalakrishnan It is November, an odd time for rains, perhaps, yet it is when the north-east monsoon wavers over our region, sometimes generous but mostly not. I walk alone in the cool damp of midnight from the rim of…

By: Ria Banerjee Last night I took an overdose of sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were invaded by nightmares– naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck my soul as my parched lips craved yours. I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;…

By: Bamidele Aiyejina Like a billion frozen hellos awaiting the warm blanket of a hi, I’ve been kin to the foxtrot of silence, static, & the assaulting images of lapping currents. It is the carcass of dawn and the curious…

By: RC deWinter sick day burning with feverburning with lustsweat dripssizzling on molten sheets ghost spiders crawl corridors of wet skinraising gooseflesh and memories of rusty lips dragged to the cul-de-sac where desire waits for the next bus to oblivion i…

By: Dan O’Neill I suppose I should have realized from the beginning that the security business was empty,brutal,and despite it’s title ,very insecure.But,on the other hand people always referred to it as easy money and I was looking for a…

By: Kim Farleigh Maria said: “In Europe, women can wear whatever they like.” Charles thought: Here we go again. The usual blind superiority. Will I ever escape from it? Blind superiority annoyed him. He wasn’t sure why. It just did….

By: Michael Summerleigh No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time…

By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks the ball down the field and our little…

By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and sweating profusely as if I had embarked on…

By: Glenn Ingersoll The Story About the Exercise Her cheeks have a touch of color. And she is wearing a red sweatsuit. “I’m getting so that I look forward to Artemis,” she says. The health club where my brother’s sweetheart…