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Vandana Kumar·August 10, 2020

Outsider written by: Vandana Kumar Have you ever felt? Strangely distant from yourself From each and every...

Poetry English

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Anatomy of A Heartbreak

Henna Johansdotter·April 5, 2019

Anatomy of A Heartbreak written by: Henna Johansdotter February: He’s left you a wishbone on your pillow....

Poetry English

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Carnal Identity

Aurora Kastanias·February 12, 2019

Carnal Identity written by: Aurora Kastanias The casing we cling onto so greatly reassures us that indeed...

Poetry English

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Grandma’s Wee Woo Christmas

Julie Eger·December 21, 2018

Grandma’s Wee Woo Christmas written by: A.J. Lawdring @AJLawdring By the time I was seven years old...

12 Days of Christmas English Literature Christmas Featured Post

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Frankenstein, His Monster, Grave-Robbers and Anatomists

Stanley Wilkin·June 1, 2017

Frankenstein, His Monster, Grave-Robbers and Anatomists written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk ‘…..the ability to regard the human...

English Featured Post Literature

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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Interview Q&A With Smitha Vishwanath

Walking Home

Bird Collecting Seeds

Nirvana

Anatomy of Guilt

Ice Queen

Surrogate

Anatomy of A Tranquilizer

Anatomy and Blind Dating

anatomy

Outsider

Anatomy of A Heartbreak

Carnal Identity

Grandma’s Wee Woo Christmas

Frankenstein, His Monster, Grave-Robbers and Anatomists

Rope-Snake

The Purple Wall

Devil Incarnate

Nightly Chores

Thread Count

Every Day She Walks

First Light

Bird Collecting Seeds

The Ship

Fainted Falling

How Loud Is My Solitude

Self-Portrait