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Not Two: Poem

A glass of cold milk in my hand Brought by some cold-storage truck To the grocer by my house Before that, milked from the udders Of a cow...

Served Cold: Short Story

His eyes opened. Everything was blurred. The room was spinning ever so slightly. He couldn’t feel his limbs. Groggily, he shook his head....

Uneasy Truths: Poem

I cannot bear to write Another word, another letter That is not my very blood Spilled on the page No more lousy half-hearted, half-assed...

You Move Me: Poem

From unmoving curtains, a face leaps at me From dark ceilings, a form grips me From blooming roses, another scent touches me In the sun's...

Shared: Short Story

The Boy Every morning he travelled by bus from his small, mould-covered apartment to the pickle-making factory. For six hours straight he...

From The Heart: Poem

My heart, composer of Its own myriads of Pain My heart, breaking at Every exit from the beloved’s Lane My heart, confounder of A little...

Meaning: Poem

All of us grow old No escape from it How does, though, one Grow young? This heart beats As do all hearts Which can This tongue speaks As...

No Longer A Fiction: Poem

In the worlds between my skin and bones, something trembled My vision cracked, as if reality had grown tired of my uncouth eyes Fire...

To Posterity: Poem

I have been on the roads across This land Been through its streets and alleys Though it was different, all of it Before I walked here,...

A Winter Case: Poem

Cold has made my toes and fingers ice Noon sun shines warm I thaw myself Book opened, legs crossed, I begin to read But the distractions...

Ruined Legacies : Essay

The best-selling gimmick our nation’s political leaders have is progress, or at least the promise of it. A few honestly have tried to...

Have A Sea: Poem

Seawater and salt Together yet separate A reasonably fitting analogy For anyone you’ll share your story and, If you’re lucky, your heart...

Feline Boon: Poem

On her face, storms and blizzards merge Sounds escape her mouth only for want of food and play And she sleeps, curled in the furrows of...

Lead The Way: Essay

Leaders may emerge in our minds as grand figures at the helm of banks and corporations, spearheading the economic progress of a nation....

Unbeknownst: Poem

The trees have run away from here The ground pulled bare and baked But we don’t know about them Of the creepers in our gardens Of the...

Mundane: Poem

Cracked red floors Pockmarks on the paling ancient walls The conjoined bed frame shifting as I try to find a spot of comfort A fan above...

Untamed: Poem

His sovereignty captive Legs for striding across grasslands Now feeble and withered Roam in circles along moats and fences The grand mane...

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