By Abhirup Dutta Praveen was known as the Boy Who Missed Beatings. He was a scrawny boy with naturally spiky hair and buck teeth, earning him several other names such as Scarecrow, […]
The Boy who missed Beatings
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'Solitary confinement' and other poems by Grant Armstrong
By: Grant M. Armstrong Solitary confinementYou can fake an orgasmBut I cannot even fake a smileI said I needed a breakBut not one in the leg I haven’t left the houseIn four […]
Last Day
By: Ashley Summerfield There was always something magical about the last day of school before the summer holidays. I am sure you remember the sensation yourself. The bell would ring, and you […]
Freedom – poemlet from drawerling
By: Paweł Markiewicz the liberty is the golden bosoma freedom – a diamond-like leaflet-homean eagle needs also a bit libertyI want to live in the freedom-beauty the freedom – silvern periods dreamy […]
Isaiah, Berlin
By: Itay Eisinger I didn’t knowWe would return to EuropeLike this:With the blissOf burgundy passportsAnd the abyssthe IsraeliPolitical griefHas left usWith.Where Id wasNow Berlin is.Where fascism was —Fascism was also firstTo leave.In […]
Red Sand
By: Jordan Almond The wind moved one strand of hairAcross her face at a time.Grains of red sand fly over the earth,Flitting through the hot air.Vast. Ancient.She lay spread over the land […]
Waiting
By: Bob Kalkreuter She lay on the floor beside the sofa, the old dog, white fur grizzled with yellow, drowsing where the window-heated sunlight spilled warm and familiar. Her breath came in […]
THE BENCH- The Life of Things
By Gaither Stewart In times past, the German sculptor, Paul Schatz, related his experience at the woodcarving school in Warmbrunn in north-east Germany where accomplished students were finally allowed to copy a […]
'i couldn't be your dream' and other poems by Linda Crate
By: Linda M Crate i couldn’t be your dreamyou waltzed in,killing my dreams;insisting i be someonewho i wasn’tto fit your aesthetic ofwhat a woman should be— i refused,clinging stubbornly to the realityof […]
Fiction?
By: Bruce Levine Jason picked up his pencil for probably the hundredth time that day and put it back down every time. It wasn’t a case of writer’s block because each time […]
