By: Aditi Angiras Alone and lonely, simultaneously. It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top. Each year, depression kills more love than people. All I want to do is break empty glass bell jars…

By: Milt Montague long skinny fingers grasping for something reaching up, up to the clouds while anchored firmly in the earth crowded together for mutual support limbs once covered by leaves, now bare alive with bird and other flitting creatures…

By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing them all over both above and below the…

By: Millt Montague once their mothers hope and joy their fathers dream of the future now a grandchild’s faint memory soon a two line bio on a gravestone two old men cherish a memory of a short togetherness a moment…

By: Clarence Greiner Awareness represents the first and least challenging step toward understanding. It’s a given that we know the Universe exists, opening a range of questions regarding its manner of importance, how it bears on earthly life historically, currently…

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…

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…

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…

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!

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…