By: Keith Manos The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The crisp rush of air held Kevin there by the glass, cooling his warm skin and enabling him to study his shadowy reflection. He wondered…

CleanMax Solar has donated a solar plant of 20 kWp to the Gram Panchayath of Komaravolu village in Andhra Pradesh. The plant was inaugurated on 10th October, 2018 by Mrs. Nara Bhuvaneswari, wife of Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, N…

By: JD DeHart The Fate of Our Forest Home No more battery to combat the incessant growth of nature, encroaching on the old home. At one time, little bare feet would have patted out the upstart grass shoots, dun earth…

By: Gavin Mndawe 1. Beautiful Funeral Atoms roam round a tomb stone It takes more than a fool to know That funerals are for fools alone It is said that he’s dead What an illusion though I don’t consider it the…

By: Christian Bot Paper. Pen – or pencil, depending on what my tastes of the day dictate. A desk – amiably provided in the hotel room, middlebrow as it is. Now all that remains to be supplied is imagination –…

By: Christian Bot If there is anything meaningful to gain in the obsessive fandom of an English costume drama, it is surely to be found in the scenes of Highclere Manor, and in particular, in the personage of Ethel Spenser. It…

By: Jessica McCaughey BJ’s Books was the kind of dusty, well-stocked used bookstore you’d expect to find on a quaint city street, urban but with a clean sidewalk and trees. Perhaps the shop would sit just down a half-flight of steps,…

By: Alan Berger “I’m going to kill myself”, Rob said to himself. Rob stood by the subway tracks, waiting for the next train to send him to paradise, or Hell, or wherever the Hell you go when you do something…

By Amirah Al Wassif I love you despite everyone nose! despite the traffic jam despite the audience blame and the chatter of my toes I love you and I mean what I say a confession of love does not accept…

By Amirah Al Wassif far as the sky close as a wish we all those sailors who never caught their fish far as the sky close as a wish we think of the only question though our poor or our…