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Till The Break

DeWayne MooreAugust 16, 2018

Till The Break written by: DeWayne Moore @MtZionFund How do you know Why you stay awake? Here comes the sunshine You hadn’t h...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Green Mop

Dan LeichtAugust 10, 2018

Green Mop written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Life is like a wet mop always filthy always dirty no matter how often you clean the world around yo...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Fun And Games At Away Days

Paul Anthony ObeyAugust 9, 2018

Fun and Games at Away Days written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 A chance to show peers, a part of the crowd, Well hidden, the thoughts of ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Another Week

A.K. HataJuly 2, 2018

Another Week written by: A.K. Hata housetiger lazying around soft, silky fur a perfect Sunday afternoon regenerate skyscrapers standing tal...

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The Law Of Symmetry

Kalam BabuJune 5, 2018

The Law of Symmetry written by: Kalam Babu She does not have the full scoop about him; but if she did, would she still want to marry him? Abhinav...

EnglishLiterature12 min read

Don’t Call Me Honey

Robyn MacKinnonMay 20, 2018

Don't Call Me Honey found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat don't call me honey taking the good pens from work no sign of stopping...

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LIVING LIKE DEAD

Anil Kumar PandaMay 15, 2018

LIVING LIKE DEAD written by: ANIL KUMAR PANDA I missed the day Again... like I do every single day Sounds of draws being pulled and pushed And pape...

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Back To Work I Go

Robyn MacKinnonMay 13, 2018

Back To Work I Go found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat tree sap off snowdrifts was eaten by a hippo Back to work I go...

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Adjunct Professor

James GabrielMarch 26, 2018

Adjunct Professor written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 as he walks along the campus sidewalk the heat of summer still radiates towards his ...

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CHANGE IS HERE!!!!

Nishand VenugopalMarch 22, 2018

CHANGE IS HERE!!!! written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 A decade of work done by me, Rolled away with a spike of glee, Days turned into nights a...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Clocking In

Dan LeichtJanuary 4, 2018

Clocking In written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Resting for the first day in months, without much to worry about other than when the next rejectio...

EnglishFeatured PostPoetry2 min read

Theory Of Constraints

Kalam BabuDecember 19, 2017

Theory of Constraints written by: Kalam Babu "Unbelievable! A woman dancing naked on the Charminar!! How did she even get up there?" Hyderabad Commi...

EnglishLiterature8 min read

A Dilemma…

Nishand VenugopalNovember 27, 2017

A Dilemma... written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Everyday I get out with a sick feeling in my bile, Work with my friends with a forced smile, F...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Clock Ticking

Annalia FioreSeptember 26, 2017

A Clock Ticking written by: Annalia Fiore At times I glanced up from my phone and looked at my surroundings. Yet they bored me, and I turned back to...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

If you want to understand who I am, I suggest you listen to the Frank Sinatra songs: “That's Life” and “My Way.” Combined, they accurately define my mindset and the life I have led. From a very early age, I knew there was more going on in the world than what was happening in my own “backyard.” The idea of spending my entire life in the same place seemed foreign, restrictive and unfulfilling. Along the way, I’ve had a number of incredible highs and just as many devastating lows. However, I wouldn't change a single moment. All of it has served a purpose. And as a writer, it has been invaluable.

Georgia, 1966 by P.A. O'Neil

“Well, that closet’s empty.” Carrie set down the armload of dusty boxes and briskly wiped her hands against each other. “What have you got there?”
“What—oh, just a box of letters Mom must’ve written to Dad over the years.”
“Really? I didn’t think your folks were ever separated for any great length of time. I mean, it’s not like he was in the army or anything.”
I patted on the mattress indicating my cousin should sit. “No, but for years their vacation schedules were not compatible, so Mom would take us kids with her leaving Dad behind. This box is full of postcards and letters she sent, so he would feel included.” ...