Poetry
By: EG Ted Davis Welcome young man. You have been found guilty of being born, thrust from your mother’s womb, first breath of penitentiary life. For this crime, you shall be given a life sentence- within this atmospheric dome. A sagging…
Fiction
By: Ram Govardhan With a doctorate in molecular cytogenetics, having authored acclaimed texts and a slew of columns in renowned journals such as Nature, The Lancet and Science, the holy Grail for Salabat was producing a grand, encyclopaedic family-tree of…
Poetry
By: A.J. Huffman charged me $4.39 for a gallon of milk and a smile that sent two very different shudders down my back. Attraction and fear shook me into a time loop. For a moment I was sixteen, flirting with a…
Poetry
By: A.J. Huffman of confusion flows from me to the ceiling and back again. It is made of midnight, steel, and something that resembles despair. A mocking reminder of inability to control basic functions. I begin to wonder if I am…
Fiction
By: Steven Jakobi His quarry approached slowly and haltingly. A very nervous boy of about 16 carrying a metal bucket. From his vantage point of the 6th floor apartment, the sniper could see the boy’s face clearly in his sights….
Fiction
By: Christina Cruz “This could be that moment.” “What are you saying?” the man suggested. “Haven’t you ever thought that there might be a time when we can no longer be together?” the woman confessed. “Why would you ever think that?”…
Poetry
By: Kristin Bales Heavy drops precipitate down Mother Nature wearing a frown When it hits thirty two degrees The drops of water instantly freeze Increased precipitation An issue across the nation Climate change effects are present And it wasn’t our intent…
Books ReviewsTravel
If anyone asks to list the place which is ancient yet renowned for its elegance and history, it is obvious for ‘Delhi’ to float into anyone’s mind. The city of Delhi is known to be the residence of our early…
Poetry
By: Susmita Bhat I couldn’t help eating the last shortbread cookie from the jar I knew that its rich flavor that melts in your mouth like a spoon of butter is your favorite midday tea-time snack Please forgive me for it…
Poetry
By: Susmita Bhat The chili pickle sitting on the shelf was as red as fire Its sharp smell and fiery taste seemed to have grown after sitting untouched for several months As I closed the refrigerator door the shelf fell crushing…












