Prose

 [Review of THE STRANGER by ALBERT CAMUS]

So this guy goes on a vision quest to get in touch with his ancestors.

Hours were long and his days were stripped of any wee bits of happiness.  His blue skies rained; the...

It was a warm and humid August morning, so warm, so bright. Gerrard, a young chap of just eighteen,...

My hands worked quickly.  The knife I held in my right hand sliced down, red seeped from the cut.

Anne Tammel is a well-known name in poetic/literary circles in the USA, and increasingly known, now, amongst serious readers...

She barreled through the crowd wrapped tightly around my shrinking figure, a miniature dynamo of flying blond curls and...

Poetry is such a futile activity. I’m sure most poets know the feeling. We run around in the streets...

It is my preference to write in the most organic form possible, without outlines. However, for the sake of...

According to the late poet Taufiq Rafat ”A fair number of Pakistanis write in English… [so] we may point...