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Books ReviewsPoetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only…

Poetry

By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward…

Books ReviewsFiction

By: Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not that costly, the people of Ohio could have been given each a powerful camera, which on that particular day could have helped them capture that bright thing that drifted across the blue sky…

Fiction

By Ramprasath Rengasamy When it is time to prove myself before a bevy of cruel men who involve in all sorts of crimes and trafficking that are known to this world, I don’t go to my bedroom, gently close the…

Essay

By: Raymond Greiner Rivers quench the thirst of terrestrial life dating to early historic times. These rivers represent calendars through geological tracks in an affirmation of their bond with our planet’s evolutionary journey. Earth’s lonely orbit of a small Sun…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time…

Fiction

By Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not Yves Rossy in 2006, to fly in the sky using a jet pack on his back; It would have been Adam Thorp, a 55 years old, 6 foot tall and weighing 70 kilogram…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i am sick of living in constant fear of everyone threatening the end of the world i want to live not simply exist, and i want to achieve my dreams just because they’ve given up on…