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Antonio Blunda·September 13, 2018

Poetry English International Italian

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The Aged Philosopher

Mark Kodama·September 8, 2018

The Aged Philosopher written by: Mark Kodama The aged Philosopher stands at the water’s edge, With toes buried...

EXTRATERRESTRIAL

Dilip Mohapatra·August 15, 2018

EXTRATERRESTRIAL written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo They land in their flying saucers and seem to appear in many...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Pretention

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·July 24, 2018

Pretention written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 We wander under the soil Of the souls of Gods...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Desideration

Leanne Howard Kenney·May 28, 2018

Desideration written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Andamio De Ancestros

Romulaizer Pardo·April 8, 2018

Andamio De Ancestros written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo Deambuló los años contra el espejismo de papeles. Mastico...

Poetry Spanish

·1 min read

FLOURISH

Rochishmon·January 26, 2018

FLOURISH written by: Rochishmon @Rochishmon The attitude of possibility opened up I came out of me Like...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Third Eye

NikNik·November 3, 2017

Third Eye written by: NikNik You wanna open the third eye? Do you even know why? Let...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Dry Wood

Ricky Hawthorne·September 5, 2017

Dry Wood written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Witless, winding through a frosty Forest, my way, suddenly, blocked...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

How To Be Omniscient (in 10 maybe simple steps)

thewrathofsponge·August 24, 2017

How To Be Omniscient (in 10 maybe simple steps) written by: thewrathofsponge @wrathofsponge Omniscience: in simple terms....

English Literature

·4 mins read

Dreams of Endor

Fallen Engel·June 30, 2017

Dreams of Endor written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Swallowed in a sea of sinful lies, silenced by...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Myth of Mind and Consciousness II – Constructing the Mind

Stanley Wilkin·June 15, 2017

The Myth of Mind and Consciousness II Constructing the Mind written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk ‘The similarity...

Article English Featured Post

·11 mins read

Shotgun Music

James Dennis Casey IV·June 13, 2017

Shotgun Music written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames Following a backwards god With breath through a...

English Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

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...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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