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EssayTravel

By: Jourdan Lobban It was a scorching Saturday. I had to get my hair done no matter the cost. But my Wawa regiment had to be satisfied first. I had done the routine countless times: I’m in with my money,…

Poetry

By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands…

Poetry

By Linda M Crate impaling goddess the creek stones glittering like jewels will be my crown i am not in need of a hero because i save myself so if you’re looking for a damsel in distress, i’m sorry you…

Archaeology/History

A few days back, the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI) unearthed the remains of a chariot that is said to belong to the Mahabharata era. As per the ASI, the chariot dates back to the ‘Bronze Age’ (2000-1800BC). The remains…

Poetry

By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they…

Poetry

By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…

Poetry

By: Rimli Bhattacharya   Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone…

EducationEssay

So, you have worked really hard and accomplished a lot. All you need is to get your academic and professional background noticed. Or, you’re a recent graduate, who cannot boast of having an immense experience of work requested by the…

Books ReviewsPoetry

By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of…

Books ReviewsNon-Fiction

By: Milt Montague One particularly bright and sunny spring day back in the middle 1960’s Uncle Ralph walked into our store on Madison Avenue and announced that he and his wife May had just arrived from their home in Miami…