Poetry by Clara Burghelea

7th St, Garden City, Starbucks Jeans and turtleneck, then lick cappuccino froth off a plastic lid. Watch the slick man by the door, cigarette hanging from pouting lips. Bask in the indulgence of a warm pretzel. Milk teeth clouds and a glitter sun glued to his hair. Mulch moist to instruct the senses. At theContinue reading “Poetry by Clara Burghelea”

Poetry by Josephine LoRe

In Praise of Colour pink and red yellow and brown and inbetween, blue dark purple, pale green these are the colours we hurt in red, blood flowing through veins menses from the womb creamy, the vernix of a baby’s birth colourless, the liquid salt from our eyes be they brown or blue green or grey,Continue reading “Poetry by Josephine LoRe”

A Covid Recovery Road Trip. Non-fiction by Gary Fowlie

A Covid Recovery Road Trip Gary Fowlie I’m sharing this with you because as a member of your family, or your friend, or fellow Covid ‘Long Hauler’, I want to thank you for your support during the past pandemic months. Obviously, Covid didn’t kill me. Not so obviously, I wasn’t able to escape its clutch.Continue reading “A Covid Recovery Road Trip. Non-fiction by Gary Fowlie”

Legalize Embezzlement to Alienate Poverty. Satire by Bernard Gabriel Okkurut

LEGALIZE EMBEZZLEMENT TO ALIENATE POVERTY. A PRAGMATIC REMEDY TO THE ENDEMIC POVERTY IN UGANDA We live in a jungle and man has to be a lion in order to survive in this hostile universe. Man is an accident in nature and has to struggle to be identified in a meaningless world. It doesn’t matter whetherContinue reading “Legalize Embezzlement to Alienate Poverty. Satire by Bernard Gabriel Okkurut”

Poetry by Jerusha Kananu Marte

SALAAM MY MOTHERLAND AFRICA Last night I dreamed of arm stretched Africa Last night I dreamed of borderless Africa Last night I dreamed of brothers and sisters living in harmony I dreamed of thriving vitenge industries in Africa Salaam, Salaam my mother land Africa, Salaam   Last night in Kenya I saw spears and arrowsContinue reading “Poetry by Jerusha Kananu Marte”

The Beggar’s Dance. Fiction by Farida Somjee

Three excerpts from The Beggar’s Dance, a novel (CreateSpace 2015)   Chapter One. Africa 1977. Age 11. I drift away and start dreaming of such a life. Mama yangu, my mother, frowns at me, squinting with intense effort. “Stop dreaming, you maskini boy.” The anger in her voice reminds me that I am a maskini,Continue reading “The Beggar’s Dance. Fiction by Farida Somjee”

Working Class. Non-fiction by Alta Ifland

Working Class It is 1994, and after my first year in the MA program in French at one of Florida’s public universities, my English is good enough for me to attend classes in the English department. I had been eyeing classes in this department with envy because many of them include books and authors weContinue reading “Working Class. Non-fiction by Alta Ifland”

From “Three Samizdat Winters”. Non-Fiction by Katia Kopovich

From “Three Samizdat Winters” by Katia Kapovich, an autobiographical account in the style of a Künstlerroman of Kapovich’s youth in Russia’s former Moldavian Soviet Socialist Republic I entered the bedroom I that shared with Larissa, lay down on the plaid-covered low bed, and began to scrutinize the ceiling. As I did this, I asked myselfContinue reading “From “Three Samizdat Winters”. Non-Fiction by Katia Kopovich”

On Justice Ginsburg’s Passing, and Why I’m Seeing Red. Non-fiction by Olga Stein

On Justice Ginsburg’s Passing, and Why I’m Seeing Red As I started to write this, I kept an eye on the live broadcast of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s Lying in State ceremony. Justice Ginsburg, who died on September 18, is only the 35th individual to be granted this honour since 1852. Holding the ceremony inContinue reading “On Justice Ginsburg’s Passing, and Why I’m Seeing Red. Non-fiction by Olga Stein”

Watershed. Novel Excerpt by Doreen Vanderstoop

Watershed (a novel excerpt) Written by Doreen Vanderstoop and reprinted with permission from Freehand Books The faint hiss of airbrakes sounded above the wind. Willa Van Bruggen looked eastward and shielded her eyes against the May morning light. The sun lay low in the sky—a beautiful, terrible, celestial raspberry coloured by dust and by smokeContinue reading “Watershed. Novel Excerpt by Doreen Vanderstoop”