By: Desirée Jung Quando aprendi a falar estrangeiro I was amazed by the strangeness Inhabiting my corpo, inside me. As palavras take emotions That search and do not find. São suspiros ininterruptos Surfacing […]
Poem: Les Mots that I lack
“The Indian Uprising” by Donald Barthelme
By: William T. Hathaway “The Indian Uprising” by Donald Barthelme is an iconic short story of the 1960s heralding the defeat of the US empire and the end of white male dominance. […]
Destination: Dnipropetrovsk
By: R.J. Fox As I headed toward my assigned gate at the Frankfurt International Airport – between my world and the new one that awaited me – I stopped for a bouquet […]
Poem: Snow Falling
By: Duane L. Herrmann Each perfect star – six points miniature perfection uncreateable by hands multitudinous abundance and every one unique, absorbs all sound as they float down blanketing the sounds and […]
Poem: Sitting Time
By: Duane L. Herrmann Desperate relief lifetimes of stress, six decades of hell, numblingly welcome to simply sit, and do nothing. So the man sits in blessed relief; sitting, simply sitting: no objective, […]
Milkha Singh’s autobiography The Race of My Life set for launch
Since the release of the much-hyped Hindi movie—’Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’ is around the corner, it is time that people do also know from the legendary athelete his story. Maybe this is the […]
Non-Fiction: A Mere Projection
By: Charles X. Madruga The midnight ceiling of my unconscious celestial dome caves in, becomes invaded by slivers of silver light. A blinding alarm clock, like curtains being swung open in […]
Poem: Father I Thank You
By: Mark Williams Father I thank you for watching over me Day and night you bring love into my life Morning until sunlight you gave me Hope, strength of sight to see A […]
Poem: The Wind and The Blue Shadow
By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, […]
Poem: Me, The Wind, and The Old Shadow
By: Walter William Safar Me and the eastern wind, surrounded by a wall of honorable antiquity, walk together influenced by our common destiny, and shadows hide across crosses, and drag along cemeteries […]
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