By: Gaither Stewart (Rome) The recent death of the Russian poet with whom I was acquainted, Yevgheny Yevtushenko, prompted these considerations of the role of poets in social-cultural-political progress in general and in a particularly spectacular fashion in Russia. In few…

By: Sydney Carcereny My Burns are my battle scars Ten years old and scorched By a fire that wanted to take my life. I choked on the smoke that invaded and strangled my throat Fist tighten, weighing any regret till they…

By: Leena Adhvaryu There are all kinds of love in the world and then there is us; a dying star in a moonless sky an unusual metaphor, a metaphor nonetheless of how flaws can be breathtakingly beautiful.

By: Dr. Duane Vorhees  Title: Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral Author: Kiriti Sengupta Published by Hawakal Publishers in April, 2017 Price: INR 350 / 15 USD ISBN: 97893-85782-62-6 [Hardbound] Page count: 202 Reviewed by Duane Vorhees In the “Alap” to…

By: Taylor Choung Lying down in a small office, closing my eyes, breathing deeply, hearing the distant ticking of a clock, I feel as if I am in an operating room. Once I hear my therapist’s voice, the moment of nervousness…

Professor of History Philosophy and Political Science, Sagar Kamath, tells the story of Time in his debut book, aptly titled ‘Chronux’. Understanding history through the art of storytelling has always been his passion and his debut book reflects the same….

By: Hyeonjin Yang  I’m walking barefoot through the rain. Overflowing, creating a river of seconds I’m building a dam called memories. Opening arms like Father Sky, hoping I catch them all Blazing comets fall to the earth, each emanating distant recollections…

By: Anon What is Mahabharat really? It is said in the texts that 80% of the fighting male population of the civilization was wiped out in the eighteen-day Mahabharata war. Sanjaya, at the end of the war, went to the…

By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, a rather quiet day with only anxiety about another S.N.L. skit on the White House spokesman and President Obama’s alleged wiretap of candidate Trump’s campaign conversations. With calves rested upon desktop, hands behind back,…

By: A. R. Sancheti Yellow Unchangingly cheerful like my childhood with rays of sunshine that radiate warmth on the most drab days the color yellow is my mother’s warmth with every touch Red My friends constantly fiery with passion and…