Poetry
By: JD DeHart Take one from the sixth floor, The passerby. On his way to some waterfall Or casual acquaintance. Loping, coffee in hand, Does he think, ponder, look up At me, a creature on the cloud Encased by white outlines…
Poetry
By: JD DeHart The word is suddenly A filet, indelicately butterflied. The word is suddenly The prospective worker eviscerated By the pomposity of interviewers. Let us show you our two question-one Question punch, they declare. Waste of paper products for degrees….
Fiction
By: Gaither Stewart The old man needed to piss. Much as he tried to return to ruminations about the Roman Empire, he couldn’t think of anything but piss. Binu should have long since been back. Probably downstairs at the…
Poetry
By: Sajan George your lips are contaminated dermis disfigured by the white lie you pronounce almost spontaneously -love you- masquerading a metaphysical insecurity
Poetry
By: Sajan George exorcised from home braving rape by father incest with sibling for keeping virginity intact she is limping, loitering in the x-rayed streets; a safer venue by all accounts despite late night exfoliation by some thousand homegrown eunuchs reclaiming…
Poetry
By: Neelam Singh It sprang forth like a majestic veil Desires indwelling colors of many Rainbow delight The delight to soar To rise up above all Desire to feel the wind in my wings Stormy winds A dark night Where’s…
Poetry
By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,…
Poetry
By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I…
News
This is the press note that stores praises for the book. Please apply your comprehension while buying it. The press note: An intoxicating and dreamlike tale unfolds. Allow yourself to be transformed. Having shown a different way of seeing the…
Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…