Duende

David Estringel Green is the taste of bitter rind that lingers on your fingertips,cutting through the sweetness of icebox orange smilesbursting on my tongue, lovingly fed,conjuring the salty sting of…

The Audition

Gary Beck “Next,” the stage manager called. I looked around to be sure it was my turn, and she repeated impatiently: “Next.” I took a deep breath, put on my…

Colours

Les Wicks  There was so much music about,I couldn’t get your songs, my ownwere a chaos. We carefullydidn’t throw in everything.You were the first woman to live with me(though it…

Unveiled Skies

Bobbi Sinha-Morey A year ago hope felt likesuch a pale word til I’d seenthe path of a red-breastedcotinga lead me away toa brighter world: unveiledskies glowing violet beyondthe setting sun,…

The Gruesome Night

Sonali Chanda The thin moon was keeling through the bamboo hills,an ominous breeze was blowing ,just behind their tent,where a small stream was flowing in its rhythm,with its roar…! Ankush…