Summer At Their Home – By Kunal Mehra
Every summer, starting when I was around eight, my mom, sister, and I would pack our bags, buy train tickets and hop on the...
Grandeur – By George Angel
I have lost my dignity.
Though my wife mourns it daily, is appalled, I say, "Good riddance!"
I sit hunched over and receive the minutes, let...
What is Poetry? – By Colin Ian Jeffery
I believe poetry is the highest of mankind’s literary achievements, timeless, appealing down the ages, revealing imagery of the poet’s struggles and experiences, stresses...
Love in the Time of Covid – By Robin Gregory
“Magical realism gives a voice to the soul, a language to the heart.”
Time is a fickle mistress. Even scientists and philosophers...
Reading Emily Wilson’s Trash-Talking Odyssey in the Time of Covid – By Rex...
It’s late summer and I’m sitting on the couch, hurriedly flipping through the sports channels with an air of desperation, as if the pin...
Driving Miss Emma – By Miriam Edelson
My daughter Emma is straining to craft an identity separate from me.
At twenty-seven she is achieving this as she forges her life’s path. I...
Corona Virus – What Our Dreams Are Trying To Tell Us
By Catherine Lieuwen
In the first dream I had, I tested positive for Coronavirus. Delirious, I woke up and fell to my knees, praying. I...
Sparkling Form – By Pavle Radonic
1. Escaping the sh_tholes for a place in the Sun
Adjacent table at KV the other day a couple of Indian lads chatting over lunch,...
God in Poetry : Does He exist in the Postmodern Anarchic World? – ...
Father! Thou must lead.
Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind
By which such virtue may in me be bred
That in...
A Bodhisattva-in-Training Contemplates Kathmandu’s Rude Motorcyclists – By Michael G. Smith
At the end of the row of Tibetan Buddhist monks, the cantor chants a prayer. Clashing Sil Nyan cymbals together, another monk adds an...
