By: Linda M. Crate maybe it’s your loss but it feels like mine all i know is we are meant to be together intuition, i guess; as the grass knows to […]
Poem: loss
The Zigzag Way, a magical novel, is back with watercolour cover
Anita Desai is one of the leading literary fiction artists in India today. Her novels have made a couple of time to the Booker shortlist, though she never won one. Recently her […]
Self-word: 2nd Edition for “The Tales of the Storm”
By: Francis Allenby The first edition of TALES OF THE STORM has gone almost unnoticed. Let us just say that, due to some strict editorial policies, the e-book was published as the publisher […]
Non-fiction: Remembering Uncle J.P.
By: Raymond Greiner I lived in Vienna West Virginia until age 11, we then moved to Marion, Ohio where I entered the 6th grade, in 1951. We all have memories of our […]
Non-fiction: Dear Professors
By: Damon Ferrell Marbut You could have told me anything about relationships when I was in graduate school, anything about how they function or operate, and I generally would not have listened. Love? […]
Story: Avenue Kleber
By: Brian Vowels Marie hopped off the Metro at the Kléber station because she decided her remaining precious days in Paris shouldn’t be spent riding in an underground train nor in a […]
Story: The White Elephant Stall
By Vanessa Cutts The sign said the Post Office closes at 2pm. It was 3pm and thirty two degrees in the suffocating humidity. Monkeys were foraging in residential gardens then returning back […]
Story: The Blues
By: Raymond Greiner Gazing out the single window of my small apartment the view is a littered alley with overturned trashcans. Two cats feud over food scraps and a homeless man sleeps […]
Comrades in Arms
By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from activists about their efforts to change our warrior culture. This chapter was […]
Poem: The Beggar
By: Adreyo Sen You don’t need to look away till you realize she has your sister’s eyes. It’s the blackened, tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard smell of your sister’s shame that follows you slyly […]
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