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Poetry

By: Izzy Noon Everyone looks the same here, which is fine when we realize that the factory makes them that way One by one, they line up like widgets and get pressed out to serve their short-term purpose on the…

Poetry

By: Izzy Noon He’s a real smart kid, the doctors say and he’s a real smart kid, the others agree, but he doesn’t know the crown he wears and doesn’t know how regal his mind really is.

Poetry

By: Yousef Elharrak The bird with broken wings contemplates The kite flying in the sky The breeze takes the kite away Up on the hills The bird moves its wings It can’t fly like colors in the kite Sometimes paper…

Poetry

By: Yousef Elharrak Africa smiles at the face of the ocean With all its potential white teeth The waves get ashamed of the meaningless foam On the eyes of the tide Africa can take the lift to the forehead of…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith We live in a rainbow of chaos. –– Paul Cezanne My girlfriend and me rented a tiny bungalow at the end of the boardwalk in Atlantic City next to a rundown ten-story tenement. The outside of…

Poetry

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The softness of heart feels pity on its young but lonely body witnessing its bed-tumbling round and round in its deep slumber saying to its mirror ‘’ It needs a partner with anti- tumbling device’’ and…

Poetry

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A sudden slip of my dancing heart pushed me once down into a deep ditch- maybe, dug deliberately by a witch, making it rich in stinky mud and bones along with a crying skinny youth- and…

Poetry

By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is…

News

When culture begins to mix with politics, it makes the life difficult for artists. It happened when Sudheendra Kulkarni, the organizer of the book launch ceremony of former Pakistan Foreign Minister Ahmed Kasuri, was abused by Shiv Sena people yesterday….

Fiction

By: Ruth Z Deming I planned my getaway from my husband as carefully as a bank robber planning a heist. I was used to lying to Jack, my husband of twenty years, so when I said, “Let’s take separate cars to…