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Poetry

By: Milt Montague I stare at the blank page the blank page stares right back at me mocking my ineptitude once again i’m confronted with the writer’s nemesis blank-pqge-itis a disease common to all wordsmiths you stare at the blank…

Books Reviews

By: Shailendra Chauhan A pioneer of modern Hindi and Urdu social fiction, Munshi Premchand’s real name was Dhanpat Rai. He wrote nearly 300 stories and novels. Among his best known novels are: Sevasadan, Rangmanch, Gaban, Nirmala and Godan. Much of…

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The distinctive voice of Irish-born Denise Ryan is strikingly captured in the debut collection of selected poems ‘Of Silken Waters’ that offers an immediate entry into her world, but also expresses an implicit realism that consistently sustains their compelling thematic…

Fiction

By: Reese Scott If he felt like he was being pulled down the hall on a leash. The people walking around him all knew they were taking him to the furthest place possible from “home.” As he walked down the…

Poetry

By: Julia Knowlton I. Your desire and failing light are the same. If I could I would make tea leaves out of you; to read. Their amber odor sweet. My private book. Your slightest look easily will unclose me, cummings mused,…

Poetry

By: Julia Knowlton Do we travel for this—non-meaning, non-belonging? Now on the grey clock, I do not owe you a thing. You cannot know if I will ever come home. Here, strangers are the same as the people I love…

Poetry

By: Ndifreke George If I could see pain and its thorns that make us cry If I could see war and its pinging bullets that shatters our haven If I could see hardship and its merciless whip that saps our wellness…

Poetry

By: Ndifreke George Unsaid words fill my mouth Like butterflies They want to fly Like the birds They want to be free Free to be seen by those eyes Which have stayed awake They want to be heard by those ears…

Books Reviews

“In each of us there is another who we do not know.” –Carl Jung Dear other within, Hellooo in there! I’m speaking to you. Yes, you–the other within. I don’t know you. I was surprised to hear that you are…

Poetry

By: S.CS Why do they call it a restroom anyway? I can’t remember the last time i went there to rest. Possibly never. And are you one of those people who keeps a stack of books in there so you…