By: Debleena Majumdar They said fishes cannot fly But you drew paper fishes. They flew, free, in your dreams, With their wings of silver and gold. But who would believe if you […]
Poem: Freedom
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Poem: Peace Price
By: Debleena Majumdar The battle was over now, The guns were gone. The river was quiet again, Rippling in the morning Sun. Peace was here; but she couldn’t see it. They had taken […]
Story: A Planned Parenthood
By: Reese Scott The first time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was almost ten weeks in. The second time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was 12 […]
Story: Going Backwards Isn’t All That Bad
By: Reese Scott On Sundays he went to church. He sat in the back and listened to the people around him. Never paying any attention to the sermon. In fact he was […]
Poem: Immortality
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Immortal! Who cares the death? Have I been afraid ever The death sentence of you? You want me to make a slave. Who told you, me independent? Slave! […]
Story: The Lady of Red Light District
By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Ahmad rushed toward the newspaper office, trying to avoid the stinging, dust-filled wind that seemed getting stronger with every step. It was a brief walk from the parking […]
Poem: Sunny
By: Christopher Wong Her heart, Like the sun, Pulses with light. Her blond hair, Flows so smoothly, Like the sun’s golden rays. Her embraces, Warm sad days, Like the sun after the […]
Poem: Anxiety
By: Runaaz A Sharma Heart pounding, mind numbing Fidgeting fingers, skimming through tome Eyes darting, ears perking On every able drone Ready! Silence descends All ascend Perching in nest Devoid of pandemonium Prayers […]
Poem: We Forget How
By: JD DeHart The lawn used to look bigger, and the tree over the hill was miles away I was going to grow up and marry a famous actress and have famous […]
Poem: The Urban Housewife
By: JD DeHart I suppose there is some object in space or some floating personality which governs us always and constantly so that we organize ourselves first by the concept of mother, […]
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