By: Michael C. Keith Nearly all the best people are dead! –– Punch “Hey, I ate a freaking jar of Pickled Snake Head Fish washed down by African Pee Cola, so […]
Story: Body Park
Poem: In the Colored Morning of Light
By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say […]
High Hopes of Rioting in the Streets of Paris
Cara Andréa, I am staying on Rue Marcadet it could be said to be la belle quartier, it starts from Rue Caulaincourt like St Germaine and ends on Rue Clignancourt the veritable […]
If the Sea Were Whisky
By Fayroze Lutta To you, Your surname means youthful, tender, smooth and in French pronounced souplé and all for me crémeuse. As you talk to a crowd you have an awkward stammer […]
Reflections on the Life and Works of J.R.R. Tolkien
By: Vanessa K. Eccles The most basic writing advice writers ever receive is “write what you know,” but why is that so important? Behind all believable fiction, there is some true experience […]
Symbolism in Linda Goodman’s poem, “The Planets”
By: Natana Vasuki Linda Goodman was an ace American astrologer, writer and poet. All her works speak volumes about astrology. She had her own poetic voice and poetic technique of using astrological […]
Beyond Pipes and Dreams, an Inspirational story of Vithal Balkrishna Gandhi
Beyond Pipes and Dreams by Leena Gandhi Tewari is a biography of her late husband. “Many years ago (seven to be precise) I embarked on a journey to discover my roots and […]
Poem: Lima Beans
By: Claire Scott Every Sunday my mother serves burnt lima beans doused in bitterness and butter. Her special recipe. We tumble in from church where my father sings Bach in the filtered […]
Poem: Psych Ward
By: Claire Scott They say a place of healing They say for your own good Doctors with white coats flapping, Starched storks armed with prescription pads like flight attendants. Coffee, tea, wine? Zyprexa, […]
Story: Leila
By: Bob Kalkreuter Sometimes I think about my life before Cedar Springs. Before Leila. Before all hell broke loose. Although I’ve only been gone a month, it seems like forever. Like […]
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