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Amazon announced its continued growth of international production, adding a series of adaptations from Agatha Christie Limited to its lineup of dramatic Amazon Original Series in the U.S. The first adaptation of Christie’s classic stories, Ordeal By Innocence, began production…

Essay

By: William T. Hathaway We live in traumatic times. The shock waves from wars, terror attacks, and spree shootings reverberate through our society and impact us all. For the direct victims and their family and friends this can be life…

Books ReviewsNews

Tonight, Anne Frasier’s thriller, The Body Reader, was named the winner of the International Thriller Writers’ 2017 Thriller Award for Best Paperback Original Novel. Anne Frasier’s The Body Reader was published last summer by Thomas & Mercer, the mystery, thriller…

EssayGlobal Politics

By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No one hears my pain Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time World changes; motionless, I lie Achieving milestones no longer Life stolen from my grip Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts Observing them,…

Poetry

By:  Mary Bone The toe tag read, ”D.O.A” I was put on ice Somewhat resembling bologna. I couldn’t believe I was in a morgue. I could feel a pulse and a heartbeat. Scenes from my life Floated by and I…

Poetry

By:  Mary Bone Lately I have kept my thoughts to myself. My cap stayed on my head During the wind and rain, Not letting ideas float Randomly through Halls and walls. They were gems shining brightly In the night- Needing…

Poetry

By:  Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###  

Poetry

By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life…

Poetry

By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But…