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Archaeology/HistoryEssay

By James Aitchison For most of us, the British honours system is as baffling as it is somewhat incongruous.  In today’s world, many of its heraldic institutions seem relics of past glory.  Arguably, the most curious of these is an…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison Why do we abandon thetrue essence of ourselves,and accept minds shutteredand shadowed?Why do we avoid the joyfulsoul and crave a life of limitations?Fresh and eternal transitionawaits before death.Take refuge in the quiet voicethat speaks within every soul.Plant…

WellnessEnvironment

The popularity of alkaline water has surged in recent times. It is hailed for its amazing health benefits and unique properties. As consumers become more environmentally conscious, there is a massive interest in understanding the environmental impact of this trendy…

Poetry

By: Bruce Levine Every time I hear from an Old friend I think about my life Old Friends Years go byTwenty years – Thirty years – Fifty years And yet we pick up Like it was last week True friends…

Poetry

By: Cheryl Snell Another Wrinkle in Time She’s prone to losing things. A tooth here. A word there. Her flesh still contains the memory of them, and yet they are lost. Fat tries to smother the memory and redirect attention….

Poetry

By: James Aitchison They say that there isone more bridge to cross,always.You will never reach theother side,really.Now hear the Voice that speakstruth in your soul.Olive groves and roseswill sing by day.By the moon,orange blossoms.Pick the fruit ofthe soul.It will sustain…

EssayArchaeology/History

By: Matthew Yoon Throughout human history, many events that took place in certain periods led to today’s world. In The Great Gatsby, the author F. Scott Fitzgerald depicts the negative effects of those who pursued the American Dream through a…

Poetry

By: George J. Searles HEARTENING IMAGE Feeling bad? Depressed?Here’s a little somethingto cheer you up. Picture your enemies, mottledas med school cadavers,fleeing through the public square, shrieking as they’re chasedaround and aroundthe ornamental fountain by muscular, whip-cracking,indelicate ex-offenders (or current…

Poetry

By: Michelle Murray Falling Apart Things don’t seem to beGoing my wayI feel likeI’m falling apartPiece by pieceA little hereA little thereMuscles are soreGray hairs are showingIt’s hard to get up in the morningGet movingThe bed is warm and invitingBlankets…

Poetry

By: Pramod Rastogi A Cup Full of Sorrow There is a call from my love.It has touched a chord in my heart.Never has she called me before,Monsoon seems to be not far off. Wilted flowers are looking revived.Faded scent has…