By: Reese Scott When he was born he didn’t sleep. His mother went insane and slept under neighbors’ cars, in garbage cans, slept with the elderly, the dying and the children. After […]
Story: The child that died without time
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Poem: Frame Narrative
By: JD DeHard As we discuss what is for dinner I notice the thin rail above our heads Looking left and right, I see Almost invisible, the line enclosing us I turn […]
Poem: The Requiem for a Neighbor
By: JD DeHart I never would have learned to double-lace If not for him, and would still have strapping Sounds of my shoe strings hitting sidewalks The children in the yard call […]
Poem: Cupbearer
By: JD DeHart Imagine the job, sipping the cup Knowing there may be poison Do you love the king Or is this only the best you can Find, or are you a […]
Poem: Citations Speak Louder Than Words
By: JD DeHart We learn from the eminent professor That we have nothing to say in research That someone else has not already said Nothing to mention that is disconnected From multiple spider […]
Poem: What’s Your Name, Love?
By: Akash Rumade Phoenix may rise from its flame, but I am not good at this game, for you have been a distressed dame, who can’t even remember my NAME!
Poem: A box of matches
By: Natana Vasuki The harsh exigency of survival Deprives them of subtle felicities of childhood In dim-lit, lime washed rooms Lo! The hopeless little souls… The dream of education has long been […]
Story: The Library’s On Fire
By: Reese Scott He was surprised by the people that came to his funeral. It didn’t make sense to him. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in some time and here they […]
Story: The Forest
By Reese Scott At night the sermons would begin. As I lay in bed and listened, I was unable to locate where the sermons were coming from. I did know they were […]
‘Go green’ is my dream!
By: Sushmita R Kaneri All day and night, Man seems indulged in greedy fight. Mother Earth was so clean, But no more it is seen. After that dark night, Garbage, junk, pollutants […]
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