Culture and Media

POEM/PAINTING         Where do we come from… Where do I come from The womb of the mother Shaped from the past From the ancestors of my ancestors From living cells Incubated in the oceans Emerging from the…

Looks and Landscapes         by Thelma F. Reymundo-Juarez #1 coming from behind, smells pungent and fragrant… tastes sweet and bitter race to the front lines. ah, memories may be buried but not dead.   #2 Words are…

MEDIA by Thakuria Navajyoti Geneva/Guwahati, 1 June 2021: Press Emblem Campaign, the Switzerland-based international media rights and safety body, appreciates the initiative of Indian federal government along with many provincial authorities for sanctioning financial assistance to the families of Covid-19…

Literary         by Jhon Sanchez Last May 2, we brought you the first part of the collections of poems written to honor the life and legacy of our dear professor and great poet Lewis Warsh, who passed…

LITERARY         By Yani Perez Hmmm It’s bold I like it Have you ever Seen words Dance in The moonlight And then they ask you to spin with them? Maestro You were the words The dance The…

LITERARY         by Jhon Sanchez For Lewis Warsh   One thousand years later, he was free. He had been locked up inside the farthest dungeon. When he was there he learned how to write and read On…

ART         by John High     About the artist:   Zen monk and poet, Ninso John High is the recipient of four Fulbrights and has been awarded two National Endowment for the Arts fellowships (fiction and…

LITERARY         by Lidia Flores (For Lewis Warsh)   There is a tree planted by the river whose leaves have been ever-green in and out of season and in the vein of them flow the medicine for…

LITERARY         by Malik .0 Each year has about 365 sunrises, mornings, afternoons, evenings, sunsets and nights, right? Each day has 24 hours. So, each year we archive about 8,760 hours of experiences (sleep and daydreams included). 60…

  LITERARY         by Tejan Green Waszak  A cool breeze Given to the night.   A distinct laugh, an intense stare, Bursts of optimism filling the room, Becoming the air.   A memory where every suggestion is…