I saw a doctor over a year ago to find out what my problem was. He was a skinny, yet round faced man who seemed annoyed that I had the audacity to interrupt his Facebook hour…
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For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77.
I tried to focus on the surrounding towers, the very ones I saw twinkling at night and wondered what gave them the right to twinkle so brightly while my homeland faced its demons in the dark.
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
Krishnamurthy says we all are second-hand human beings. Enjay takes a short trip through the perils of the ego.
This is Sherif’s first contribution and was written in response to a writing exercise on an online course…
She stared at me, and I tried my best not to blink. Her spidery lashes did not meet […]
Bill Renwind was content. Sure, the world was falling to pieces. The sickness was raging through the country. […]
My mother’s shoes
I wear your soles now,
step out on your heel
and point to the future
in your old leather toes…
“If I’m called from class, behave yourselves. Otherwise, the Monitor will wreak vengeance.”
A rosebush of calm
A shrub of rest
A plant of good
And trees of soft
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