By: Farumbo Why do i always feel judged on my lookLike re-reading your favourite parts of your favourite book ?Why do i feel this pain deep inside ,If I suffer for eternity i may just deeply cry . When i…
By: Raymond Greiner The year is 1928, and the United States is suffering an economic depression. James Abernathy graduated from high school in Indianapolis, Indiana and awarded a scholarship at the Chicago Electrical Institute. James drove his Model T ford…
By: Bruce McRae The Mystery Man His atoms were formed inside exploding stars.He’s not at home on any planet. Grace. Élan. Savoir faire.Attributes beyond his ken and reckoning. He stands outside in the heaving rain.And how else does one capture…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey How many times I have whisperedSoftly in your ears that I am getting old.My hair has grown grey and bald patcheshave overgrown here and thereoften reminding of my dropping shouldersand sunken chest peeping through soggyeyelines and…
By April Mae M. Berza Being a part of the UNESCO campaign together with the RoundGlass Foundation called #KindnessMatters allows me to be kind and compassionate not only to others but also to myself, bringing out the best in me…
By: Jim Bates I’m a third generation Neon sign repairman. I live in southwestern Minnesota near the town of Wells in a singlewide trailer on land my great grandfather farmed. I live with my son Conner and I’m teaching him…
By: Rehanul Hoque If light is lifeThen VIBGYOR is the secret codeOf life, that speaks volumes forExistence. Daubed with a paintObjects and beings become colorfulAs much as to declare‘I exist’.On the contrary, the absence of colorMakes life dreary and drab…
By: David Leonard “I’m telling you this bitch will blow us both,” Devon told his buddy Tommy just before huffing one of two lines of coke he’d just finished meticulously chopping into as fine a powder as his debit card…
By Harrison Abbott He didn’t seem like a degenerate when I married him. He used to be sweet and funny. We tried to have a baby; I couldn’t conceive, and I think he was silently angry about that. In our…
By: Carolyn Adams Seeing her, or his, body always startles.The contours are generallythe same, with a fewunique differences. Faces, with theircomplex expressions,hide what won’tbe givenwillingly. But that landscapeof the frame,warm, soft,inviting and blameless planes,can’t keepdeep secrets. Vulnerabilities are exposed. The…