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Gary Beck’s new novel ‘Flawed Connections’ is up for grabs. You can check the brief description below before you buy the book. Four close friends: Ted, son of a former anti-Vietnam war activist; Philippe, son of a French mother and…

Literary criticism

Literary Theory and literary terms have always troubled the literary students all over the world. Nonetheless they are interesting and, once understood, help you to read literature. You get to know multiple things about literature. Your thoughts get wings. You read a…

Fiction

By: Miguel Gardel When I first moved to Queens I had to go get myself matriculated at the local high school, which was Novoton, in Elmhurst. It was late April and the school year had only May and June to…

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Did you ever spend time thinking about the toughest languages of the world? Have you ever faced an instance where you had to communicate something to a speaker of the languages which are thought to be toughest in the world? I’ve encountered a…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i remember her mismatched eyes disconcerted many, but they were beautiful in their own right; unique in a world that wishes us all to conform wish i had been brave enough to tell her that but…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate there is such a peace in falling rain such a music that no human voice can dance through me, and such a joy i’ve never felt when in the sunlit rivulets full of idle conversation; some…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate the rain falls brings me peace i couldn’t find in the sunshine of your golden locks or in the blue skies of your eyes because everything in you was an illusion you were the prince in…

Poetry

By: Rajandeep Garg Woolgathering zephyr that burrows through the hard-baked kinks of wheat, enwraps my face with ambient caresses, entangles with my flippant tendrils somewhere lateral down the lob. Squatted shadows of its estranged gushes ambles o’er the tossing mustard, like…

Poetry

By: Rajandeep Garg Absolute Sun and underneath its ordinance, graven are shadows. Akin wearisome palimpsests and dateless as, babels in a rotunda. Unlike the stars with a borrowed sunshine, and with their constancy of ever changing joy, cascades myriads of…

Poetry

By: Rajandeep Garg A mess of withered leftovers of gooseberry amongst stalks of lavender sheen, a bed of leaves sepia and a penumbra of shadows dawn my backyard rough, but glowing amber with polka dots from light through mothy leaves. I…