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‘Alone’ and other poems

By James Aitchison Alone Retreat fearlessly into yourself.Let solitude be your close companion.Let no shadow fill your footsteps.Feel the slowed soul possess asharper perspective.The Voice that waits for all menwill speak in the silence andyou will be eternally tranquil.Free of…

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Angry Daughter

By: Khushi Tripathi They always see an angry daughter,But never see her dead laughter,Not her cries, not her tired mind,How she used to fly like the wind. They never see how she is breaking again and again,She is tired, broken,…

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Intersections

By: James Aitchison Each day you formyour eternal self,shaped by a myriad testsand endless humanintersections.You are wrought inthe flames of life’s fire,and by the vandalism ofhuman emotions.In the self-honest silenceexamine your own spirituality,and let it magnifya hundredfold.

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Four Fall Haiku

By: Jim Bates Sumac leaves changingShades of orange and burgundyColors of pure joy. Gunmetal grey skyBlazing red maples stand proudFall’s splendorous show. Autumn wind blowingGolden leaves racing madlyTrees becoming bare. Along the lakeshoreTrees fiery orange and redAutumnal delight.

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The Weight of Anticipation

By: Emily Authement The air in this room is thick,A dense, unmoving waterI have to push through just to stand.It is not fear, exactly,More of the architecture of what might be. My mind is a flickering screen,Showing futures that haven’t…

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How to build a brand

By James Aitchison According to conventional wisdom, brand owners defined their brands through skilfully crafted advertising messages, delivered daily to billions of consumers through the mass media.  Nowadays, the game has changed.  The media is no longer mass, and brand…

Preparation

By: Mayumi Yamamoto I call her more often than before – before she’s gone. Louder. Sometimes, I even shout out her name when I stay alone at home. If someone sees me doing so, I would be mistaken as an…