By: Dan A. Cardoza The first writing ink was invented in 2500 B. C. by the Egyptians and the Chinese. It is believed that this ink was made by mixing carbon with gum. Writing, yet birthed, uncompromised, each & every word…
By Rhiannon Bird Every week you were gone my steps slowed, every day you were gone the emptiness trickled in, every hour you were gone it was harder to breath. People told me that it would get easier as time…
By: Srinivas S Flying leavesLo Behold! Here are the flying leaves!Gold-bare, orphaned from their homes;Crinkled in complexion, torn as uncouth;Against the most wan of waning skies,Little to life ladled by the sparest wind,Here they come; for dear life, they come!…
By: Alan Berger What if at the end it all becomes peaceful and sunny? To believe that it will wont cost you more, or less love or money The last thought you got won’t be regret for the book you…
By : Amirah Al Wassif I asked them How the sun says hello to everyone ? Then, they laughed bitterly Without being sorry And told me “ask the gun” Her red spark Sharp like a dark Permits entering the light…
By: Denise Woods 1. At ten years old, I just got used to the world I lived in. I’m not ready to see everything change before my eyes. I was born in the midst of the Civic Arena’s popularity. After…
By: Linda M Crate the immortal strand of hope they seek me, but they shall not find; i have heard the hooves of the horses and i know they mean me no good—always i have been an outsider, a misfit…
By: Josh Jennings “Come, examine this life from afar,” Lady Liberty cries. “Bear witness to our American dream.” A blushing bride to be sitting on the porch. Hearty greetings from neighbors bellowing across a newly surfaced road. A room full…
Shared with Literary Yard By: Sahaj Sabharwal. Jagdish Di Hatti and Chowk Chabutra Money can buy Food but not Nutrition. Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks. Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth. Money can buy Books but not Knowledge. Money…
By: Alexander Kemp Life is good. Life is beautiful. This is my thought as I take a final look over my notes. My students, adults with disabilities, file into the classroom. Phone buzzes. Taking out my phone, I see notifications…