By: David Leonard Thankfully the privacy curtain blocked his daughter’s view of her hospital room’s doorway. Dave knew his wife had called her Priest, she was very active in the church and […]
Our Kingdom Come
Jewels of the North: a Carinthian State Champion´s perspective on the horses of Iceland
By: Karoline Wimmer It is fair to say that most people have not seen ponies in the middle of a town. The same cannot be said for some inhabitants of Feldkirchen, a […]
Analysis: Poet Wordsworth’s ‘The Solitary Reaper’ and Poet Nazrul’s ‘My Lover Without a Name’
By: Dr. Mustofa Munir ABSTRACT:Poet Wordsworth as a narrator manipulated the image of an unknown solitary girl while she was singing and reaping crops in the valley of Scottish Highland. The other […]
Everything You Need to Know Today. And Every Day.
By Mike Hickman I’ll admit it came as a surprise to see it on the agenda. I had thought – perhaps we all had – that Ben had forgotten to ever ask; […]
‘Ghost’ and other poems
By: John Van Dreal Ghost At a divey place just off the sound, between Bellingham andFerndale. A rich palette of neon lighting, booze advertisements,dozens of small TVs featuring sports and sitcom reruns […]
My Anthony
By: Ryan Thier I was talking to my Cousin Tommy when my mother grabbed me halfway between my shoulder and neck so hard it made my Cousin Tommy laugh and me writhe, […]
‘That House’ and other poems
By: Shailja Sharma That House That house was a bubbleInevitably it burstIts walls had sketched outmy identityThe roof protected itPlenty of sunshinewindowed in and outFor good, the doors neverfirmly lockedInside was a […]
To Die For
By Balu Swami Amanda was holding Brad’s hand when he breathed his last. For almost an hour before he died, he kept saying, ‘I don’t want to die’ and sobbed uncontrollably. Each […]
Call Girl
By: U.S. Khokhar The Sun removes the starry, dark blanket as a caring mother. But just as a normal kid, it takes a lot more than just uncovering to break the sweet […]
The Happy Cobbler
By: Ken Kapp A long time ago in a small Carpathian village there lived two cobblers, Davut and Radut. They were cousins and had been taught their trade by an uncle […]
