Poetry
By: Pramod Rastogi When I am not with You My love, when I am not with you,Never too far from me are you.If I were a leaf of yellow hue,A shade of lush green would be youBased on the shade…
Fiction
By: Charles Wiegand Eliana’s passion is baking. All kinds of baking—bread, candy, cakes, pastries, and pies. She loves baking so much she has three ovens in her kitchen. She is known throughout her neighborhood for her baked goods—everything from simple…
Poetry
By: Edward Lees A Painting of Sorts Rippled manganeseLike a path to the horizonParaiba tourmalineDeepening to sapphireSuch slight differenceBetween vacant sea and skyHundreds of raw umber coconutsAt every stage of decompositionSome sproutingDerelict stillness everywhereA solitary figureOn flecked alabaster sandSharp with…
Poetry
By Tabussum Sumaiya An intimidated girl once became a WolfLosin’ her soul into oblivious damnationIndiscreetly the ferocious pursuing the moonForgetting the shine might be a deception! Radiance that was irresistible for heartEnchanting was that dazzling lightLittle did the Wolf know…
Fiction
By Henry Simpson Mike realized he’d skipped lunch, ordered a gin and tonic from the flight attendant, and tried to relax. He deserved a reward for at last escaping Reno. The cocktail was not much to feel guilty about. When…
Poetry
By: Carl Papa Palmer The old crabapple treeadorned spectacular withwhite blossoms last Mayby the main entranceof Sacred Heart Chapelnow a barren trunkof splayed gray brancheseach twined with stringsof bright points of lightin the cold snowy morningcelebrating this time of year….
Poetry
By: James Aitchison Man, accept the pattern of life.Embrace the weatheringthat precedes happiness.Your hammering anger isbut a distraction.Know that the paths of men areintertwined, their feet havetramped the long centuries.Each journey brings new tests,as you progress to eachnew level of…
Poetry
By Bruce Levine February daysEnd of winter comes closer Spring equinox nears Making year’s resolveJoyous days tobogganingLife’s journey renewed Harvest days are goneFireplaces filled with logsWarming heart and soul Squirrels gathering nutsBears catch salmon in riversFood stored for winter Deer…
Poetry
By John RC Potter The legend goes there was a prophet or perhaps a pilgrim,who wandered the biblical lands many moons ago;he predicted what had happened after the flood.A soothsayer or charlatan we will never know,but he wrote his visions…












