By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has…

By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered…

By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,…

By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping…

By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the…

By: Kishor It was a month since Alaya saw her counselor. She was in her living room with her best friend when the office worker showed up to get Alaya when she didn’t present herself for counseling even though she…

By: Khemendra Kumar I felt certain hollowness. It must be due to a long travel. Yes, it was a rather long journey. 16 hours flight from Fiji to Hong Kong, 8 hours idle transit, then 5 hours to Bangalore. Again in…

By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Image upon the waters placid I had invoked From the corners of my mind An interminable stream Image upon the waters placid Free and fair, the maiden with flaxen hair. Sun rays reflected in the waters…

By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Gently, I muse a digit weeping lorn of love’s keeping; lulled by nothing but a rancorous clanging of a heart scarcely beating and a memory, distant yet fresh and vivid she visits me while I’m sleeping….

By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and when your demeanor calmed and you called to…