By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s…

By: Zunayet Ahammed i Beauty captivates me Not you I discern Beauty is skinned deep Subject to degeneration and decay Yet you feel proud of it Mysterious! ii You adorn yourself every day with softness, pearly whiteness, tenderness and the grace…

By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His…