Fiction
By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice. –– Francis Bacon Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly told him. It was the most devastating revelation…
Fiction
By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small shapes- gaily dancing atop- always so happy to…
Fiction
By: Brian Barbeito The dog must have had a nightmare then. The houses and streets cupped in the thick hours of dark, the dog barking- almost yelling at something. Waking up then- descending stairs, cold and then plush basement carpets to…
Fiction
By: Olusola Akinwale My sister Monica’s nickname is Petal. I gave her this moniker when she was two because she loved that colored part of a flower and was just as delicate. Sam was the first born in our family,…
News
Mahindra Humanities Center has partnered with the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival as venue sponsor for the Durbar Hall, and will be bringing some of the leading global academics and crime writers to the literary festival. Based at Harvard University in…
Non-Fiction
By William T. Hathaway I recently visited the ashram that Maharishi Mahesh Yogi built at the central point of India, the Brahmasthan. Two thousand Pandits live there, meditating and performing Vedic ceremonies. I’ve been doing Transcendental Meditation for many years…
Poetry
By: Anthony J. Langford Streaming slates of light Room encrusted gold Music soars, billowing Even in silence Possibilities in motion There’s a feeling Stronger than love Not from within But externalized Expanding to the horizon And beyond. Life is never…
Poetry
By: Anthony J. Langford Take a look around Close quarters In rounded wholes This is the life you’ve created A home Where you reside At least physically With another. Once joyous Where empty rooms Were common As it was always…
Poetry
By: Anthony J. Langford Large house Small space kept regularly Remove sleeping As percent time In one apartment sized Tripping over faces Foot in mouth Six people Laughing, yelling Driving each other crazy One inch at a time As though…
Poetry
By: Anthony J. Langford Online Too easy to dismiss Ignore Or misplace Turn the cheek Without eyeing the face. It’s not that the intent is bad Or the words cliché But that there’s so much more That precedes it. A…