Essay
By: Bob Forbes It is becoming as easy to locate a so-called hero as it is to find a McDonalds. In fact, all one has to do is donate a pint of blood to receive a “Hero” sticker that can…
Essay
By: Bob Forbes The other day, I was in the men’s locker room at my Fitness Center. I go there three days each week to work out on a variety of machines, hoping to maintain some semblance of a male…
Poetry
By Kusum Choppra The policewoman and the journalist Made a strange couple. She so glamorous He so stodgy, lugging Her bag and other paraphernalia. She of the large round face The ready smile, the obvious make up That glitzy sari!…
Fiction
By: Kusum Choppra Through my bedroom window, I look down on a giant bedroom. It sleeps 23 odd scattered around, singles, doubles, triples and quartets. Dark nights offer no glimpse that I rush to catch at daylight. My eyes first…
Poetry
By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect…
Fiction
By: Prashil Kumar The night wore a black shroud, gulping the last rays of light away. It manifested in itself, an eerie peacefulness which suctioned my spirit buried somewhere deep within me, over and over again. I moved closer to…
Fiction
By: Stanford Chigaro The African night sky is a wonder. It is the main reason I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art in the history of this world, alive with its raw energy, a song…
Poetry
By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I…












