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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, father, brother then we begin to feel stirrings…

Story: Fighting Weight

By: Vanessa Cutts Jack sprat could eat no fat and his wife could eat no lean so between them both you see they licked the plate clean Jack Sprat came from a very large family. He had too many relatives…

Story: Freud had not said

By: Sam Rapth She came like an Angel. Is this sufficient to say? Considering her beauty precisely, these five words are very less. She was tall to five and a half feet. Slim physique. But, someone naughty like me might…

Poem: Never Again

By: Linda M. Crate you burned my dreams to ashes there was no need for such vicious carnage for a self-destruction that would take us both down in flames, and i do wonder sometimes if you said you loved me…

Poem: Life

By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms.