Poetry
By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh foliage at a foggy waking dawn I remember…
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By: Basit Olatunji ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks to one like an overbearing bed bug one…
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Poetry
By: Sam Rapth I gave you a secret message and little later you came to my car… We both settled in back seats… You hurried me up and I quickly opened your blouse to reveal the worlds… The worlds were two……
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Poetry
By: Sam Rapth It was in those moments when your palm quickly drifted from under his, that I entered the room… In an unpredictable fraction of a second I actually had seen it But pretended not to notice… I did not…
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Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i don’t know why it took me so much longer for me to recover over you when you forgot about me once i was out of sight and out of mind, and i don’t know why…
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Poetry
By: Linda M Crate you are a lotus clinging to the water some desperate hymn of color that copies some forgotten symphony of sunset insisting that you’re original, and you can fool some people sometimes; but i’m too clever to…
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Poetry
By: Linda M Crate trails of eros cling to your lips lisping some remedy beneath indigo lined nights cut with silver moonlight and the gleaming jewels of a sunset’s surrender, you seem to forget that there’s more to life than…
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Fiction
By: Bob Kalkreuter Roger White sat on the unscreened porch, watching the morning fog creep up the hillside like a ghost without feet. He held a can of beer and smoked a Camel cigarette. “You drinking already?” said Judy. His…
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Poetry
By: Civa Bhusal I adore everything- That came first in my life The first book I read The first game I played The first lap – I slept on The first alphabet – I learnt At school The first day…
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Poetry
By: Civa Bhusal One day, All the people we saw in our life leave us in solitude… Just like the drops of water Leaving the topmost part of the hills Every year We change calendar And hang a new one…
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