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By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey   I am aam adami I work in fields, factories I struggle to save my body and soul In resourceless villages and soulless cities Que up for ration, buses and labour joints To be hired and…

Fiction

By: Zachary Amendt It’s a nuts life, too nuts for memoir. Any sense we make of it is made not by immersion but by piecemeal, by slumming and delving. By hearsay. Some guys are always bridesmaids. It is unbearable to…

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By: William T. Hathaway Differences over Israel tear apart a Jewish marriage   From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Stan and Hannah Cooper are friends of mine from college days. Both are Jewish, but they have diametrically opposed…

Poetry

By: Akash Vikas Rumade As clock ticked spring, I proposed to be her king. But she wasn’t ready to be my queen, Since then grass hasn’t been green!

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Sixteen Small Deaths, according to the publisher, is a collection of short fiction culled from nearly a decade of work from Boston-based author, Christopher J. Dwyer. The stories in the collection skirt the edges of noir, horror and science-fiction, sometimes…

Poetry

By: Kousik Adhikari   The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of…

Poetry

By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife…

Fiction

By: Richard Luftig Chuck-E-Cheese was created for guys like me. Divorced men who see their kids on weekends. Children who, as they get older, don’t want to leave their friends in order to spend boring time with their fathers. In my…

Non-Fiction

By: Raymond Greiner In the early 60’s I lived and worked in Detroit. During this time Detroit was an active, vibrant and thriving metropolis not the hollow place it is today. As I drove to work daily I passed a small…

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By: Reese Scott When he was born he didn’t sleep. His mother went insane and slept under neighbors’ cars, in garbage cans, slept with the elderly, the dying and the children. After she died, he began to sleep. And he…