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Poetry

By: April Mae M. Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your…

News

An Australian author Richard Flanagan won this year’s Man Booker Prize. Although he considers the prize not so precious when he talks about it as ‘CHICKEN RAFFLE’. The Hindu newspaper writes that Richard Flanagan is nothing if not a man…

Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart Damiano ignores the tourists standing four and five deep at the coffee and pastry counter up front, nods amicably at the cashier, and strides purposefully down the red- carpeted corridor that by now he knows centimeter by…

Poetry

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Pain survives on its capacity to evoke memories Carefully selectively Memories are underpinned Then repetition of selective memories deepens the agonized self Triggering sea storm in blood veins . Words are recalled instinctual touch is forgotten. The broken…

Non-Fiction

By: JD DeHart My life is a drifting, a constant shuffling forward. Who holds the cards? I do not know the name of the god who is in charge of this, the gambling god, the one with the quick hands at…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate the trees and the sun beckon me outside and i follow without thought of the dishes or the laundry mopping or vacuuming floors life is made for the living and dust is for the dead; let…

Poetry

By: Linda M. Crate  you want to cage me, but my heart is too wild it even evades my rib cage i am wild and free a spirit that dances in the trees and stones of the river nature makes…

Books Reviews

By: Linda M. Crate oh, yes, vilify me vilify me you are the white knight trying to save me yes, the white knight and oh woe is you sweet saint you could not save the demon from herself! i’m sure…

Poetry

By: Neelam Singh Moments were moments You, the fulfillment of my desire My treasure exposed My freedom sold Moments were never like moments before Nothing felt No words said Restlessly I sobbed My soul ruined itself Moments were never like…

Fiction

By: Emily Eckart Greg had been watching Kayla for three months now, and he still wasn’t sure which of her details he liked best. She had her hair tied up messily. Her eyes were lined in dark makeup. Her skin,…