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Poetry

By: Anaya Seize it I can feel itIt’s hereI’m hereFinally Cut the ribbonOpen upSo I didEventually Is this how it feelsSomething newI’m newHopefully Like a dreamThis realI’m realFantastically ### The chair I’m a chair.Just wood and wicker.I don’t even have…

Poetry

By: Alan Berger After a night of attempted slumberIn restless soul townI awoke staring at the same fucking numberThe one that might stop at anytime but will never go down I know I knowThe musings of a clown When I…

Books ReviewsEssay

By Ramlal Agarwal Some readers interpreted this as British nostalgia for the Raj. In fact, the novels have no trace of nostalgia for the Raj but rather disenchantment with it. They depict the tragedy of the British caught up in…

Poetry

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Argued into Existence Reality yardsticks, measurements acknowledging, cognizing,Integrating others’ attitudes & actions across personal views,Let citizens wrestle meaning. “Getting the gist” does matter.Flinging pixie dust can’t compete with shared values’ power. Hume, Kant, Voltaire, as well…

Poetry

By: Ismail Yusuf Olumoh when i was young, everything was cloudy; all i learnedbecame watery like melting shea butter. i thought itwill cascade, but it’s unclassified. it vaporised as usual.on friday, grandpa took me to the central mosque to takea…

Poetry

By: Jim Bates Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. InterconnectedFrigid cold and bright sunshineWinter’s Yin and Yang. Cold affecting brainSnowy visions of penguinsHappily dancing. Lonely owl callingEchoes a winter’s silenceDeeper than the night.

Poetry

By: Alan Berger The drinks kept flowingThere was no sign of slowingShould leave now and sleep it off before workBefore I pop yet another cork After an undertow of oblivionI decided to watch the dawnI’ll just stay up all nightAnd…

Poetry

By: Victor Azubike Sunsets;Clouds spread like sheets;Evening rush hour;Green light;Speeding cars. Cover of fadingGreen vegetations:Intimations of the dry seasonOn the sidewalkOf a boulevard. Murals,Golden dewdropsAndBushyGerminationOf ideasInFlowerpots byA shadowy horticulturist. Carbon emissions:Pollution by the left;Pollination by the right-An antidoteTo the poisonOf…

Fiction

By: Tom Ball I      Boris Q was a big unknown when the people elected him to lead America. But he seemed full of promise. He said he would introduce new Aliens that he had discovered were living amongst us…

Essay

By: Radomir Luza In October of 1986, New York City was something completely different. Crime was rampant. Homelessness was a new problem especially in the subway system in the Winter. Times Square was not a tourist attraction, but a violent underground…