Poetry
By: Damion Hamilton Imagination All the things that i haveAll the things i have imagined Those things can fill books moviesNetflix series All these things i have imagined You said and did but didn’t really didn’t do But all those…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates Ragged shoreline wavesCrashing relentless poundingSymphony so grand. All along the coastPowerful waves poundingCarving the shoreline. Pebbles on the shoreFluffy feather tumblingBlown by the wind. Booming and crashingMagnificent thunderingWild waves exploding. Rocky woodland trailEvergreen pine tree forestScent of…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates Flower profusionGardens full of cheerful bloomsNature’s artistry. Languid afternoonSwinging in an old hammockPeacefully dozing. Summer perfectionWhite puffy clouds and blue skyA day full of smiles. Hot concrete sidewalkCaterpillar hurryingHeading for cool shade. Picnic summertimeGoodies spread out to…
Poetry
By: Srijani Dutta Delusion I want to be, want to be,Want to be all alone,Amidst the sunshineAnd at the dark sea shoreWhere wind passes,Carries news of the murderOf an Abyssinian soul,Eyes plucked outNails melted,Neck Twisted,Throat cut.Do not stand over the…
Books Reviews
By: Ramlal Agarwal Rudyard Kipling famously said, “Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.” (The Ballad of East and West).” Nevertheless, they not only meet but also walk hand in hand in his…
Poetry
By: Debbie Tunstall I didn’t think I’d be longing for the end, begging for things to happen –beckoning even. You see on the news about props used for propaganda,black man / white man.This man, that man. They make a fuss,…
Poetry
By: Bruce Levine Take your dog for a walk – even if it doesn’t help, your dog will appreciate it.Read a good book – always a good choice, assuming you have one.Watch television – probably an oxymoron and probably not…
Books Reviews
By: Ramlal Agarwal Unlike The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy’s Mother Mary Comes to Me is not a controversial work. It is about the life of the novelist and her relationship with her mother, Mary. They are distinctly different…
Poetry
By: James Aitchison Empty the heartwithout love.Empty the soulwithout purpose.Society buildscruel walls,society celebratesinjustice.Strength rises fromthe steady soul,the calm andunhurried mind.Know that power restsin your detachment.












