By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the…

By: Balu George  There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum…

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle…

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in…

By: Charlotte Choi Looking in the mirror Seeing a cherry blossom still a sapling Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Blossoms being to develop As I continue to wait Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Looking at…

By: Michelle D’costa Sharanya Manivannan’s latest book is The High Priestess Never Marries (Harpercollins India, 2016), a collection of stories on women, solitude and desire which was shortlisted for the Tata Lit Live! First Book Award (Fiction). She is also the author…

By: Malini Misra She craved for what she hadn’t seen, She craved for love she hadn’t been, She dreamed of a picket fenced home, with two children and a dog, Little did she know life could also be an adventure, She…

By: JD DeHart Enter the persona, because I don’t like being skewered by eyes classic introvert Wise cracking, is it too much wit again? or what passes for wit? I’ve got a heavy message, three bags full, full of data-riddled…

By: JD DeHart I’m not sure where the world stands anymore, old beliefs have fallen like slate sliding into boiling tense ocean I’m not two weeks ago me I’m not sure what the heavens make of this, if they look…

By: Neelam Singh The beauty of rain I behold Raindrops fall upon me Frost-bitten heart melting at the sound of rain Moments of pain exposed by the rain Joy, I see everywhere Oh! What a sight to see If only…