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By: David Agyei-Yeboah My nose is my bane. I fight with it every day. With how it looks, thinned against the bloated out...
31/10/2025

By: David Agyei-Yeboah My nose is my bane. I fight with it every day. With how it looks, thinned against the bloated outlier of my face, sitting on top of a pointy neck and a bamboo body. I need surgery but can’t afford it. I’m just months away from turning 18. But I know my mom would never spend her hard-earned money on me going under the knife....

By: David Agyei-Yeboah My nose is my bane. I fight with it every day. With how it looks, thinned against the bloated outlier of my face, sitting on top of a pointy neck and a bamboo body. I need su…

By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotles...
31/10/2025

By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotlessly cleana closed snack stand with red shuttersa lone man on a bench pondering life or the lack of itvertically challenged trees with dusty leaves interspersed by stone benchesa lone engine idling on a track…...

By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotlessly cleana closed snack stand with red shuttersa lone man on a bench ponderin…

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan We three sisters, each born five years apart, reunite in 2024 after a decade of separation. On ...
29/10/2025

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan We three sisters, each born five years apart, reunite in 2024 after a decade of separation. On the evening of January sixth, to be exact, we gather in New Delhi’s Hauz Khas, where our youngest sister, Neela, who turned thirty-five just two months ago, lies wrapped in a coarse, bright white sheet on the floor of her home....

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan We three sisters, each born five years apart, reunite in 2024 after a decade of separation. On the evening of January sixth, to be exact, we gather in New Delhi’s Hauz Khas…

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan (Review: Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of Hawakal, August 2025...
28/10/2025

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan (Review: Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of Hawakal, August 2025, New Delhi.) Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of New Delhi-based Hawakal, August 2025, is a handpicked selection of Lahiri’s 117 poems, carefully chosen by Sanjeev Sethi, an award-winning poet himself who has authored eight books and has his poems published in thirty-five countries....

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan (Review: Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of Hawakal, August 2025, New Delhi.) Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint …

By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on...
26/10/2025

By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in the nightParading on their journeyLike tempests to create fright Hurricanes happenA vortex in spaceOr is it swarms of demonsWho leave without a trace…...

By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in…

By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transien...
24/10/2025

By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.You will walk thequiet path.For in this life,you have been chosen.

By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.Yo…

By Susmita Mukherjee The fan whirred lazily above the small dining table as the morning light filtered through the thin ...
24/10/2025

By Susmita Mukherjee The fan whirred lazily above the small dining table as the morning light filtered through the thin lace curtains. The sound of traffic from the main road drifted faintly into the modest two-bedroom flat in North Kolkata. Arup adjusted his glasses and glanced at the newspaper spread out before him. His wife, Meena, shuffled into the room, her slippers making a soft, uneven sound on the mosaic floor....

By Susmita Mukherjee The fan whirred lazily above the small dining table as the morning light filtered through the thin lace curtains. The sound of traffic from the main road drifted faintly into t…

By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear ...
24/10/2025

By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping the open trees,the light unchanges into light,the light transpierces lightlike a waterfall of ivorystreaming through the canvasrefuge of the arch stand....

By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping th…

By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her ...
24/10/2025

By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her left,And I with the sun upon my right. The moon glowed turquoise blue,The waning sun burned crimson red,Yet peace lay softly between usIn that slow, consenting twilight. We walked hand in hand,Toward the isle of our foresight,...

By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her left,And I with the sun upon my right. The moon glowed turquoise blue,The wan…

By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother's slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted w...
24/10/2025

By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother's slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted was sugar, not the Kingdom or its money Bare bottoms banishedbefore being tossed outside to play, It watches - full whilst we feast on garden gnomes. # # # Debbie Tunstall is a writer from St Helens, Merseyside. She enjoys writing and reading and is featured in the anthologies, ' Fireflies ' ' Hope ' and ' Embers. '

By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother’s slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted was sugar, not the Kingdom or its money Bare bottoms banishedbefore bein…

By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow i...
24/10/2025

By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the gentle echoOf you calling my name.I used to smile, wide and unguarded,Whenever our eyes met. The golden days have slipped away....

By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the g…

By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so invol...
24/10/2025

By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Dogs, and became too engaged with them to care. They transport Bernie instantly, even in her lowest moments, from the crisis of breast cancer to…...

By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Do…

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