By Mark Antony Rossi There’s a good chance I’m one of the only editor in chief’s who upon chance of a poem in my newsfeed will offer that poet an opportunity to be published in my major online literary journal: Ariel Chart. Lo and behold I was not prepared for […]
I used to cry in rain So that none could see my tears It dawned suddenly on me I’m all alone , need not have fears No one will see me crying And ask any question Cry, I may, to my heart’s content None would have any concern Why should […]
By Anuradha S. Bannore from Vadodara, India
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
By The Editor: Siddharth Sehgal Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh or RSS or Sangh, as its commonly known, in a rare gesture opened its doors to the world and invited intellectuals, academicians, journalists, diplomats, bureaucrats and prominent citizens alike to discuss its past, present and future. Even critics of Sangh accept that […]
Can someone hold my hand, Read the lines on my palm And utter a few hopeful words Sooth my wounded core with balm I don’t think anyone can do that So let me change the entire script Make it favorable for ourselves Lets live life and not be adrift I […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
I Orbiting and operating kisses And nocturnal syrupiness Of my beloved Indian Summer, Entered my veins like carnations Through my lips, tongue and Pen. She burned and circulated Hope, Future And portals into my Modern-death. She never judged the neverness, Undying-melancholy and evaporating-wounds I got from the capital of Infinity. […]
The road, the bridge, the stream, the school itself, all seem smaller than they did before way back then in nineteen seventy-four or is it I who am diminished by the passing of the years? Ah, yes, crossing the bridge to enter the school at eight then leaving again at […]
By Mark Antony Rossi Recently I was conversing with an engineer on social media who works at Space X the independent upstart regularly launching its unique rockets into space. He began to lecture me about his reality is really just a big simulation; thus we were pawn’s in a bigger […]