Soul
/…lying beside my body
trapped in the latticed moment of separation
peering through the loopholes of time.
Through the mystery lanes of…
By Kakoli Ghosh
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Museum Piece
/Inspired by a small, roped-off and protected stand of sea oats
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…the tides the sea oats stand,
frail fossils of a quiet day.
In guarded dunes and evening…
By Jonathan Dyer
Read MoreToads on Lily Pads
/…used to be a green pond once next to our house. This house had a red tiled roof and picture windows. It was situated on a hill known as the Dev Pahar in Chittagong. Through those picture windows, I could see the pond down by the valley. The pond was not too far. From the hilltop, it looked mostly surrounded by heavy moss growing on tall trees and bamboo…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read MoreTrends
/…world has shifted from too much vibration to no vibration at all. Things have certainly changed in the course of the past few months. Most probably the biggest pandemic of our lifetime has bounded us both physically and socially. Scientific breakthroughs that are somewhat hard to believe are…
By Nikhil Subedi
Read MoreFlorsheim On My Mind
/…kind of Psychological diagnosis is that for a Psychologist to lay on a client? It's not like I don't have enough shit to deal with. Now I'll have this to think about and haunt me.
"You don't use drugs to kill the pain Santiago you use drugs to feel the…
By Judge Burdon
Read MoreInner Storm
/…dusk was losing its light;
A feeble-minded guy noticed a lady returning home.
The nocturnal darkness darkened his rationality,
and bred his inner storm, fueled by…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Read MoreI'll Not Grow Old
/Aging isn't easy but it's all in the mind and heart.
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…days drag on
The years fly by
I stop to…
By Clarissa Woonsocket
Read MoreBarfquake
/…does not adequately describe the apocalyptic disgorging. Though the sink is right there—all I have to do is tip my head forward—contents of my stomach spew forth in firehose fashion. Kitchen window, fringed by lace curtains, rendered opaque by the first heave, completely blown out by the…
By Robert Morgan Fisher
Read MoreNot Today
/…coffee is nearly at its end, fluttering against the sides of a copper cup embedded with the initials of ‘Faulkner’ and crossed swords pointing down. Our Young Lady packs this cup with her on all the weekend country-scape ventures. Expended into the woods, along old gravel roads, mostly forgotten by modern life; the sights remain untampered as it leads up into the mountain side, where she resides perched…
By Justin Robinson
Read MoreSmall Heaven In A Suitcase
/This story traces a foreign national who comes in the country pretending to be a pastor while abusing young boys. It is a story about homophobia.
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…lies on a burning pyre, a heap of sweltering petrol-doused tyres, logs, two litres bottles, and plastic rubbles beneath his back. White sparks float in his vision but the mercy of unconsciousness doesn’t come. Not even the mercy of an abrupt death comes to save him from the torment. His throat…
By Keketso Mashigo
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