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Poetry

By: Gareth C He is a labourer of tobacco, margarine coloured finger tips rotting apple brown skin. Lungs struggling to inflate, or breath, though one day may fail to take him out; But he is happy with his rolled fag and…

Poetry

By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the…

Poetry

By: Ruth Deming She curves like the crescent moon tiny blossoms with Roman noses of deep character, serious flowers who know the importance of every single day, to treat well your brethren, bow before them, pass them food when they’re…

Poetry

By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I…

Fiction

By: Ram Prasath “Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?” the reporter of DailyNews.com asked. “Yes. It is true that I have been suspended” Collins said. “We have…

Books ReviewsNon-Fiction

By: Ram Prasath My public exams were upcoming. In a few, crucial weeks I was to give them away. It was not like I had not given it its due time for preparation. Yet, you know, human body is a huge…

Books ReviewsPoetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade….

Poetry

By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love…