By: Brett Busang Columbus, Ohio is where my mother went to college for a few years; the painter George Bellows first noticed that he could draw the straight line that is said to elude non-artists; and where James Thurber, known for…

By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   In the beginning was the word, Now are these words-WEEP NOT.   Men know themselves when not ripe, And you come. And they deposit you in a bin. ….…..Weep not……….   Nations love war; War hate…

Set amidst the upheavals of Independence, Train to Delhi is a love story that boasts to challenge religious boundaries and suture the wounds of Partition. Sahitya Akademi awardee Shiv K Kumar brings us a Partition novel with a twist. While…

By: Chris Wilkensen They hit it off at a bar and went to her place after last call, partly thanks to the drinks. He came on her blouse, too excited to wait for her to take it off. She laughed, trying…

By: Paris Hughes I dodged mirrors after the surgery, Would even wrinkle my eyelids in a tight Squeeze near glass, not ready to view The twisted limb, to know why the pinched Nerves pushed out cries and curses in darkness.                 Months…

By: Amy Pollard In Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, Stephen Crane writes, “The building quivered and creaked from the weight of humanity stamping about in its bowels” (6). Perhaps no other quotation so vividly demonstrates the naturalism that permeates this…

By: Linda M. Crate As a writer and an avid reader to boot I’m always looking for new books. My friend’s suggested since I’m such a vehement supporter of Dram Stoker and ancient mythic type vampires Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita…

By: Adesina Idris My death is near It is sure and certain That out of this bed I shall not get! But A lot I have to say Yet I say so little! The world I met In peace But…

By: Adesina Idris D. Its innocence Undisturbed Unpertubed By the turbulence Around it! A child’s innocence! Peaceful is its sleep Smiles on its lips Troubles escaping it Oblivious of the upheavals Roaming in the adult world! A child’s innocence! Soon!…

By: Mira Martin-Parker My grandmother cooked stews and left the bones in them. She prepared an excellent leg of lamb at Easter, and once at Thanksgiving she got mad and threw the turkey out the window. She was Italian and Irish,…