By: Taiwo Boluwatife HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUN’S SHADOW? Have you ever seen the sunRiding into its nest?Settling not to sleep,But prepare for the next day. Adjacent the settling sunIs a blinding flaming round furnaceFuming from the red devil sideAt…

By: Christopher Minjun Kim In the stillness of winter, when quiet descends gently,Within the walls, dusted with frost, a story takes shape.Each snowflake is different,yet they tell a different tale—a ballet in the cold. Under the snowy expanse of white,Time…

By: Simon Heathcote ‘The differences are the result of the sense of doership. The fruits will be destroyed if the root is destroyed. So, relinquish the sense of doership.’ Ramana Maharshi Why does pride head the list of the Seven Deadly…

By Christian Ward  Ornament  At birth, mother placed me in a terrarium on the shelf.I learnt to get shadeunder the succulents,gather water from condensation,feed on whatever nutrients circulated like poems in the air.I sung out of boredom,watched the cork night rarely change.Rarely…

By: Jhandu Cheap chillies! How fresh their green gleams glow,Now from the womb, covered in seed;Unaware, a flashing blade approaches, heave ho! Off with our tails, oh the math, were we quartered in halves?Look all at our wounded little pieces,…

By James Aitchison It was called “the shot that went around the world”.  On 28 June 1914, in Sarajevo, 19-year-old Gavrilo Princip, a fervent Bosnian nationalist, shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand Carl Ludwig Joseph Maria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian…

By James Aitchison Can a viral infection, from millions of years ago, affect you today?  Ancient viruses, it seems, are preserved in the genomes of 38 mammal species — including humans.  Some of our ancient viruses may be protecting us…

By: Simon Heathcote ‘I don’t mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes and – deep inside yourself – you’ll feel good no matter what.’ Krishnamurti And so there…

By: @stephenolaoke_ SWEET REST Sitting without a pen in hand,Memories, emotions, all coming to play,I feel my skin gently press against the sand,As before my eyes all things lay, Clear as the day,Spent in the night,Hidden among the melody stay,Carved…

By: Lindsay McLeod RED FLAGS The flowers in her hair dis-turbed the voices in my head and it wasn’t too long beforeI said, (as suave as all get out) ‘Let me slip into somethinga little more comfortable.’I slipped into my…