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Month: October 2017

Quadriga

By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important…

Poem: I Hear Her Calling

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim…

Poem #8

By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give…

Poem: Couldn’t be your puppet

By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but…

Poem: no more than stepping stones

By: Linda M Crate majestic as a unicorn, and every bit as tempermental; i will gore anyone who tries to steal the magic of others because light must come from within you cannot ascertain it from shattering others, splintering them…

Poem: lost moon song

By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost…

Story: Baseballer

By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders…

40 Days of Waiting

By: Mohana Gill It was a day like any other day, nothing special. She fed all the children breakfast; there were five to be fed and her husband. As with every breakfast, there was the usual chatter, arguments over who wanted…