Renee’s Treasure by Indrani Sinha is a novel that claims to transport readers into the lanes and by-lanes of Varanasi through the protagonist – Renee. The author has endeavored to capture each and every aspect of the life that teemed…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone dancing in the dark No shadows appear Moonglow creates a spotlight Her face uncovered No mask does she wear Look into her heart You will find her there Alone, ah yes, but not lonely The…

By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-…

By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest…

By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned…

By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through…

By: Lynn White For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A dusty attic is my mind Filled with cobwebs, boxes, and trunk after trunk after trunk Boxes of memories Time capsules of hope filled days There hangs the wedding dress worn at 21 years of age…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Tumultuous mind Tumultuous life Ups Downs A chameleon Remove mask Hopeless Determined Persevered Life It’s just life Life on life’s terms Challenge after challenge Fought hard Lost my grip Pushed into a corner No exit Pressure’s…

By: Mileva Anastasiadou That night, we shared our last dinner as a family. Since then, I’ve shared many meals with my mother, yet the family seemed incomplete, as my father was not among us. I can understand his reasons now that…