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Non-FictionTravel

By: Pavle Radonic Hard to believe, but precisely on the point of seating the famous old Hindi song from the mid-seventies over the speakers. Remarkable coincidence. Did the look-out pass the wink to the lads in back for the switch to…

Fiction

By: Sri Ram “So you can’t come early today, post noon?” Rosy asked Roger, her sweet husband. “Honey, I am going on business. I will be coming late in the evening. What do you want me to bring home, when…

Fiction

By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after…

Fiction

By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that…

Fiction

By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate off screen i stand anxious pacing and pacing everyone stares they don’t realize that this is my natural environment wish it was just as simple as letting it go as i’m constantly told to do, but…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate sometimes i feel like i fall short of expectations a gasp of air when they were expecting a dragon, but i remind myself i don’t have to exceed anyone’s expectations but my own; i’ll shatter their…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90…

Essay

By: JD DeHart My own journey into publishing started in the age of expensive print and paper writer’s guides, and loads of postage. I had some modest successes, examples of glossy, professional journals, and others that were only photocopied and…