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Fiction

By: Vivek Nath Mishra When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl named Shashi and started writing poems for her. She had boy-cut hairstyle and she wore round glasses, large to her face. I sneaked glances at…

Non-Fiction

By: Tamra Scott-Hunt Nearly every Sunday in 1993, I had dinner at a mafia boss’s mansion. I was friends with a bona fide gangster — the real deal. I’ll call him “Jay” so as not to ruffle any feathers. Though…

Poetry

By: Emily Jukich Memorize I want to run my fingers down your chest like a reader following the lines on a page Scanning over the braille of your skin I need to be able to see you in the dark…

Fiction

By: Kat Devitt Rain fell in sheets as Patience watched and wanted the world. Droplets tapped against the window in taunt. Tap, tap, tap. Each droplet told of lands seen from their heights as they fell on her quiet home…

Poetry

By: David I Mayerhoff Enter At Your Own Peril Life’s warning signs Everywhere to be seen Except for those Who choose not to look Danger lurks all around In all forms Waiting to pounce On those not willing to sacrifice…

Poetry

By: Ted Mc Carthy FROM THE LONG ROOM The First Fruit The first fruit is the fruit of dreaming. A layer of day peeled and held up to the light: three girls pose by a distant mountain wall, the sea…

Fiction

By: Ram Govardhan A year before Emperor Ghiyasuddin of Sultanate of Delhi commanded his son and Chief General Muhammad bin Tughluq, then known as Ulugh Khan, to steer the imperial forces to teach a ‘mortal lesson’ to Prataparudra Deva II…

Poetry

By: Derek Harmening On the last day of my twenties A soft snow fell. Quietly, almost apologetically, As though embarrassed at having burdened us all With the memory Of winter. It hugged the narrow sidewalk like a fitted sheet, Covering…

Poetry

By: Monika Reddy If she is beautiful, she got corrupted. If she is ugly, she is a bitch. If she is lean, not more than a broom stick. If she is stout, she will be an everlasting spinster. If she…

Poetry

By: Mark Kodama We may believe but do not know If God is Christian, Muslim or Jew, Or if He exists only in our minds. Given the paucity of our knowledge, Why not give each other the benefit of the…