Fiction
By: Natalia Suri In the Dausa haveli of Thakur Umaid Singh, that morning in June was chaotic. The servants ran through the long passages, carrying rice bags, milk cans and flower baskets. Some were busy decorating the main hall. They hung…
Poetry
By: JD DeHart There is a flaming sword, for sure, still guarding the door. I am sure the tree still exists inside, just beyond the gate, producing fruit useful for tempting an absent audience.
Poetry
By: JD DeHart chewy is my first reaction upon taking a bite, small salad with pink bits I did not immediately register. deep fried, but then all tastes the same deep fried, but at least we have the slow river…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate the truth is we haven’t spoken in many moons oceans have cut across us, and there is no whisper that could sew us back together; what we once had was gone enjoy the fact that it…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t force them to drink; similarly you can harass my mother, but you cannot force me to speak— we are not friends nor will we be again…
Poetry
By: Vasundhara Dudeja A gloomy star amidst the starry night. It twinkled upon the world; Overtaken by woes and plight. Shining on the surface, With quivering insides. It was a gloomy star amidst the starry night. It stretched itself, Beyond it\’s…
EssayNon-Fiction
By: William T. Hathaway I suffered a brain injury at birth. An EEG test showed chaotic, abnormal brain waves, and in school I had attention deficit disorder. I couldn’t concentrate and my thoughts were cloudy. My grades were mediocre, and…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mind and soul – the two hosts wait always to welcome their body- ashamed , confused and hesitated for collocating its head with their own hats but the careful body keeps examining by turn head to…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sometimes I feel myself a kite flying thousand miles up above your mesmerizing hand holding me with the veins of your heart and I find myself too standing in a meadow of twinkling stars looking at the…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sunrise in the tune of morning prayer and a lazy flow of whispering breeze carrying the scent of love bloomed somewhere in a muddy meadow and an enchanting melody of her passionate calling for her man…