Many students ask – How can I do my research paper? It’s a common online request left by many students. They have some problems with this particular type of academic assignment. It requires in-depth knowledge, advanced writing skills, a lot…
By: Sterling Warner Now I’ve always been a modern man—a reasonable man—a person thoroughly grounded in my love of philosophy and college studies. I’d studied the history of religions, the advance of global civilizations, and the fine arts everywhere. In…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who lovesan eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled inthe meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to witthe cranberry juice and some dew enchantedin the metaphysics! Sit…
By Gaither Stewart Stars and Stripes Features Editor Darrell Sternwald hopped down from the back steps of the tram and promptly slipped on the wet cobblestones and fell flat on his face. As he peered around him the blurry faces…
By Gaither Stewart “…every shadow is in the final analysis a child of light, and only he who experiences light and dark, war and peace, and rise and fall, has truly lived.” – (Stefan Zweig: Die Welt von Gestern (The…
By: Charlene Pierce Freedom Flock and rise as one. A chorus of wings breathe the sound with diastolic release and soar. ### Breath of Life Fragmented, scattered like dust hidden in the corners, coating the spaces of unreachable places, the…
By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday…
By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried…
By: Jean Fineberg Rubies Glistening ruby beads on four parallel chains parade across her teenage arm. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the drawn blinds. Nighttime at noon. Her shaking hand holds a light bulb and squeezes, squeezes until it shatters….
By Robert Steward Bromley, England 1999 I parked my white Mini in the forecourt of the Bromley adult education centre in Nightingale Lane. I took my shoulder bag from the passenger seat, got out the car and locked the door….