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Recently launched book “Maya” by a debut author Satishsrinivas is a psychological thriller, about the mysterious life of an innocent girl named Akshara who has wandered away from her kingdom. Some greedy people for their own selfish reasons play with…
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Literary criticism
By: Robert Eastwood Although he considered painting a “nobler” art, the polymath Leonardo da Vinci wrote, “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Connection between the two art forms…
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Poetry
By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had a good sense of humor and made sure…
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Poetry
By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner sits a child hat on tight blocking the…
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Poetry
By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my back the food is in the refrigerator and…
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Poetry
By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie…
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Poetry
By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have long seen and only begun To comprehend the…
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Poetry
By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in black chapels. Hear bells Chiming bells Chiming A…
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Poetry
By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth O’ care thou wilt dispatch…
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Poetry
By: M.F. Nagel Love or a trick of light. Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’; In sacrarium; in sacrarium (Has~d herself, himself given whole life all pleasures~ For sale…
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