Poetry
By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…
Poetry
By: Aneek Chatterjee There is no footpath here homeless & hawkers have conquered all There is no clean air around Outdated engines have driven it out Sounds of bullets are the only heartbeats one can feel Blood takes mothers’ tears…
Fiction
By Emon NC Shimmering amidst the pitch black velvet of the night, were a million diamonds of neon dreams. They created a fervent silvery shiver that danced in unison to the rhythm of it’s own creation. The sky above pales…
Poetry
By: Lee Felty Maude, Clear As Day Old, she feeds the birds from her bare hands in winter. There are windows open and calling in the clouds. I have seen her concoct a bush with one store-bought rose. Today, her…
Poetry
By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check…
Fiction
By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark…
Fiction
By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling…
Fiction
By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear…
Poetry
By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always…
Fiction
By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his…












