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FREDDIE

By: Harrison Abbott My brother Freddie was sentenced to be executed. He’d been on Death Row for years; but he was due to be killed next week. On the Tuesday. So I drove over to see him for one last…

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Three Spring Haiku

By Jim Bates After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream babblingBubbling along trickling songNature’s lullaby.

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‘Wheels of Reinvention’ and other poems

By: Wayne Russell Wheels of Reinvention Another rainy night,driving in darknessilluminated only bypale headlights.In the rearview mirror,the past evaporates,right before my eyes.The hurts and traumas,now scatter like leafymemories, dead to theworld.Tonight, I’m leaving itall behind, in ghostlyplumes of exhaust.Tonight, I…

Capturing Varanasi through the lens of Sarthak Dasgupta: A review

Sarthak Dasgupta’s “Varanasi: A Filmmaker’s Musings Along The Ghats” is a visual journey into the heart of Varanasi. Encountered at the World Book Fair, this photobook engages with its stunning portrayal of the city’s ghats and lanes. Dasgupta’s photographs, rich with history and spirituality, act as visual poems, inviting readers to introspect and explore the depths of both Varanasi and themselves. Highly recommended for those seeking understanding and inspiration.

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Calm

By:  James Aitchison Accept, Man, the pattern of all life,for with acceptance comes calm.See with your eternal selfthat this life is a path,and each stone an event,a moment, a crisis.See with detachmentthe whole pathand not the stones.Calm is when the…

‘Frogs’ Love’ and other poems

By: Daniel de Culla FROGS’ LOVE In a week without ThursdayMy grandson brings to the pondOn Paseo de la Isla, BurgosTwo beautiful frogs to seeIf they love each otherAnd they raise, as he says, “little frogs”Tadpoles.In my carelessnessA gentleman has…