Fiction
By: Michael C. Keith We live in a rainbow of chaos. –– Paul Cezanne My girlfriend and me rented a tiny bungalow at the end of the boardwalk in Atlantic City next to a rundown ten-story tenement. The outside of…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The softness of heart feels pity on its young but lonely body witnessing its bed-tumbling round and round in its deep slumber saying to its mirror ‘’ It needs a partner with anti- tumbling device’’ and…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb A sudden slip of my dancing heart pushed me once down into a deep ditch- maybe, dug deliberately by a witch, making it rich in stinky mud and bones along with a crying skinny youth- and…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is…
News
When culture begins to mix with politics, it makes the life difficult for artists. It happened when Sudheendra Kulkarni, the organizer of the book launch ceremony of former Pakistan Foreign Minister Ahmed Kasuri, was abused by Shiv Sena people yesterday….
Fiction
By: Ruth Z Deming I planned my getaway from my husband as carefully as a bank robber planning a heist. I was used to lying to Jack, my husband of twenty years, so when I said, “Let’s take separate cars to…
Fiction
By: David Jordan He sat at the bar nursing his second pint of stout, feeling boozy and depressed. He didn’t feel like drinking. He felt like walking. Outside would be nice and cold. So he got up off his stool and…
Poetry
By: JD DeHart Some people keep a string tied around a finger, Some people keep a running list on paper, While others keep a file in the back of their minds, wrong after wrong, moment after moment, a collection of…
Poetry
By: JD DeHart I pause, waiting for the moment to let my words drop in, funnel down, and channel through the table conversation The moment is still waiting because a few topics dance back and forth, flames of political or…
Poetry
By: JD DeHart I default to my prior stance, coming straight back to the moment years ago I stand again on the old resolution after some travel and thought And that’s okay, because I have transformed in other ways, a…












