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Poetry

By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence.

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By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms.

Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart The new heaven and the new earth. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. -Revelation: 21:5. The…

Poetry

By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my…

Poetry

By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem…

Poetry

By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of Its shiny flesh, nor can we See its…

Poetry

By: Badri Suwecele   I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in storms. Now I desire most to be where…

Poetry

By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from cold Tibet. One hears amidst the heavy evening…

Poetry

By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated in Its own cocoon of secrecy Like a…

Poetry

By: John Wells  From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight…