Poetry
By: Ayad Gharbawi Soul I Love Candle Flickers; And Night Tender Yawns. Life’s Loves! Meanings Recede; And Elegance I Hear Weeps.
Poetry
By: Jibanananda Das Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Passion surges in my heart, Those clouds like the mountains When brings you with them In midnight or in last night’s sky- Whom that one dead world leaves tonight; Torn white clouds have departed in…
Poetry
By: Jayanthi Venugopal I feel the shimmers of the soft white Sun, the fresh moist of the morning dew, the gentle lapping of ocean waters and my own anxiety to set sail on the deep blue sea. I hear the morning…
Fiction
By: Gaither Stewart Some people peel apples in thick layers, heedlessly and negligently cutting away half the apple. Others squint and observe closely the fruit, stripping its skin paper-thin in an unbroken circular thread, lovingly and frugally, as if it…
Poetry
By: Neelam Singh Fiji Delimited by the ocean, in its immense vastness Copious to acquire Value laden oceans and rivers Unravel its treasures and re‐live its pleasures Oceans and rivers, a link to our ancestry The basis of our identity The…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i watched the flames devour the candle wick seemingly impressed with themselves though they had conquered nothing only dulled the sparkle of the candle, and you are much the same putting the light in the candles…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate in high school i always wanted to be one of the cool kids fit in with the popular ones and be part of the coolest cliques, and i wanted so badly to be anyone but me;…
Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate we once went through the dark ages must we repeat history? it was foolish enough to have gone there once let alone attempt to go there multiple times, and i can’t understand why people care about…
Fiction
By: DC Foster The azure radiance had no end – just a global horizon where the sky curled around the planet and out of sight. A range of mountainous clouds navigated the blue above, leaving smoky trails in their wakes….
Fiction
By: Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury On at least one Sunday of each month, a house up the street used to hold a lot of attraction for a number of people. On that side of the street ran a slow, thick stream with…












