
By: Deva Shore I hear his voice, this priest who speaks of you,Strong, controlled, all eyes are riveted to him,He gives your eulogy, an acclamation of your lifeAs he understands it.He boasts your […]
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By: Deva Shore I hear his voice, this priest who speaks of you,Strong, controlled, all eyes are riveted to him,He gives your eulogy, an acclamation of your lifeAs he understands it.He boasts your […]
By: Kousik Adhikari After your speech I shall laugh I have taken this inevitable oath. To remain silent, Extreme, impossible, cruel, The annoyed eyes of the fish Starves the whole night for moon, […]
By: Kousik Adhikari The poisoned words of my heart, Play like my foster children, Till without memory, just sprouted teeth, They always seeks a true cover After escaping easy childhood… youth, I notice […]
By: Kousik Adhikari Nowadays I feel Accustomed with life-glorified life! Always dangling over head And yet sword’s magic shining! Moon-drops oozing on rain Sea caressing sands- Truly romance walks in ant’s legs Through […]
By: Raymond Greiner At the river daily I see the Heron wading. Classified as an aquatic bird; the Heron is equally reliant on land. The riverbank offers access to food sources, building its […]
By: Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina The Greek coffee froths and as he tries to grab the pot away from the primus stove the coffee spills and puts out the fire. He’s a real slowcoach these […]
By: Sai Diwan Readers of Oscar Wilde know better than to believe that the mirror projects the image of the self. As Dorian Gray caressed impressions of the past instead of facing […]
By: Robyn Segal I have not received a birthday card, letter or note from my father in years. I suppose the mail stopped when the emails began. Maybe the mail stopped when I […]
By: Gaither Stewart Federico Fellini’s favorite interview technique was to explain while denying he was explaining, or not explaining anything while claiming he was explaining all. The symbolist poet – film director […]
By: Raymond Greiner The bush plane’s skis touched down on a frozen lake in Northern Ontario; from her co-pilot’s seat Amanda scanned the bleak winter landscape in the receding light. The fishing camp […]