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Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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….

Poetry

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…

Poetry

By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing themselves it can no longer be shared with…

Poetry

By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered and hovered and made his presence known playing…

Non-Fiction

By: Raymond Greiner I recently received an e-mail message with an attached photo exhibiting a group of soldiers proudly surrounding a newly developed “bunker busting” bomb. The text of the message explained this was no ordinary bomb, constructed using state…

Fiction

By: N. B. Yomi After school during soccer practice, a slender girl with short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders practiced with her team for until 7p.m., before she went to the locker room to change. After she…