Fiction
By: Khanh Ha 1 The letter said, “Madame Thị Lan is very ill. Be kindly advised of our necessary action to be taken for gravely ill residents. This will be the only correspondence from this office to our resident’s family…
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Poetry
By: G David Schwartz I live in Cincinnata I have all my life Mostly anyway And now here with my lovely wife She is a handsome woman Except when she calls me Hansel. Hansel! That just ought not be I…
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Poetry
By: G David Schwartz I just sit here thinking Why are there so many bees and why is there snow And where are my keys I do sit here and think It is difficult to blink Or break glasses when…
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Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate nature proposed to me with a rose and i said yes for she smells sweeter than the lies you drink so heavily of her musk finer than cologne shuddering confessions of lust silk softer than the…
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Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate intimate dance beneath the sheets two tangoing hearts beating in sync the whole world paused forgotten as breaths beat with the ferocity of an angry rain lashing the windows — all that exists is you and…
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Fiction
By: Kailash Sundaram The new Student McMurphy stands looking a minute, his hair out long and beard real shaggy. His And 1 Basketball Shorts sag below his boxers, almost like he’s inviting girls to check out his ass. His faded…
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Poetry
By: Adesina Idris D. Yet another day. A day to right wrongs. A day not to wrong rights. A day to check the plugs The oil in the engine The fuel level The overall working combustions And not the external body!…
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Poetry
By: Adesina Idris D. The day was bright Such a day was good in sight! But a sound came with aplomb Deafening was it cos it was a bomb! Helter skelter we ran Searching for shelter that we can Find to…
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Poetry
By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated By: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ I left behind Sorrows Adversities I adopted silence No talks I walked Behind them For sometime Who misled me Later I found myself In the other direction I bowed down To the red…
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Poetry
By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated by: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ On the edge of time Withered is mind Lowered are Senses Cherished desire hangs Carefully like an arch Frigidity domineers Body and mind It’s hard To escape unarmed In this difficult time…
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