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Poetry

By: Linda M Crate better things come to you when you’ve let go of things you should have never grasped that’s what you taught me, and for that i thank you; but i don’t thank you for the heart you…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate all in all you’re just another character to kill another scar i remember when the nights howl with loneliness shining brighter than the moon another mistake i made and another chance i took that i shouldn’t…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate you may see me waver, my tears fall from my eyes, you may see me broken and defeated and hurt; but like a phoenix i will always rise from the ashes of my chaos; do not…

EssayNon-Fiction

By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others…

Poetry

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden I slide into silk Cut a model smile from perfection To paste over the hole on face Smiling like a grin-painted clown Chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags Smirking at moving pictures on a screen With…

Poetry

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Your lauded visage is to perfection Retinue to exalt Your lighthouse sight is the aroma of treacly solitude Saccharine scent to seep Hydrogen Sulfide Contaminating my senses Twined as a foetus To writhe under the microscope…

Poetry

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Lilac does but sing Yet daffodils clutch the hem And shriek Peering through shades of heaven With antagonistic eyes Filaments clutch and rip paste From made-up visage To reveal but mucid clinging to wall Time is shallow…

Poetry

By: Kousik Adhikari Shall I weep? Today? When the boat is burnt And I have burnt the boat. The sky was still bloodless like any woman after the first birth, The crimson moon appears to ravage the sky with heavy…

Poetry

By: Kousik Adhikari Twisting clouds Hung over balcony, mother rushes Fetching clothes, now the chubby queen Shall surely cry, looking abortive As she cries. On a roof near my fingers Three females leaping Over harassing raindrops, While drops listen female…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar Home is just a breath away. Across the drenched park bench, Square meters of measured warmth, Lie hidden behind curtained windows. Dinners on the table, phones in hand, Long conversations, Shared Secrets, Warm glow of happiness, No room…