I Wish…
I wish we were perpetually happy.
I wish there’s always love to share.
I wish there’s a better way to say this.
I wish. I wish. I wish…
Light Hues of the Soul
After preparing for the festivities and waiting for the puja, she sat on the chair near the gate. She watched the whole neighbourhood celebrating the festival with their families, and when she looked up, she saw the skies were filled with colourful sparks. The atmosphere was filled with the sounds of bursting firecrackers. In the midst of the noise, Sahitya prayed silently for the arrival of her children.
Book Review: Pastoral Suite
Pastoral Suite, is a wonderous poetic movement through each season of the year, as well through the seasons of one’s life.
The Lull
Her gaze was as uncertain as her every step. And although the moon was bright and the stars graceful, no one seems to notice…
Adjectives Aren’t Everything
I don’t have any pre-title adjectives attached to my name. In other words, I haven’t been called brilliant, haven’t been nominated, celebrated, acclaimed, or given a trophy for something.
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February 4, 2023
I wish we were perpetually happy.
I wish there's always love to share.
I wish there’s a better way to say this.
I wish. I wish. I wish…
February 3, 2023
After preparing for the festivities and waiting for the puja, she sat on the chair near the gate. She watched the whole neighbourhood celebrating the festival with their families, and when she looked up, she saw the skies were filled with colourful sparks. The atmosphere was filled with the sounds of bursting firecrackers. In the midst of the noise, Sahitya prayed silently for the arrival of her children.
February 1, 2023
Pastoral Suite, is a wonderous poetic movement through each season of the year, as well through the seasons of one’s life.
February 1, 2023
Her gaze was as uncertain as her every step. And although the moon was bright and the stars graceful, no one seems to notice…
January 31, 2023
I don’t have any pre-title adjectives attached to my name. In other words, I haven’t been called brilliant, haven’t been nominated, celebrated, acclaimed, or given a trophy for something.
January 28, 2023
Oh, Muhammad ﷺ my love for you is infinite!
If I could rewind time, I would make my way to you.
My love for you is not like a wildflower
that blooms precipitously in a few days or hours;
January 27, 2023
Mrs. and Mr. Goode were dentists and rarely home. They’d try to compensate the kids by giving them everything they asked for. That is how the kids got a cat. Being spoiled as they were, the children expected the cat to obey their every word and when their parents were around, the two little angels were nothing but good…
January 26, 2023
Allison Hong’s book is mesmerizing and gut wrenching. Any one (especially women) who has felt the stab of betrayal, knows what Allison is going through.
January 25, 2023
I’ve forgotten
so many things.
I’ve forgotten how
to say “eleven”
in Spanish and
where I laid my phone…
January 22, 2023
I could hear water pounding the surface of the sea and glimpsed out of the hatch to see a waterfall on the shore. The next minute the skipper, Alex, was calling to me. “Do you want to come and wash your hair in the waterfall?”
January 20, 2023
Combine the ground beef with the soup.
Use the bowl – the one she got from her grandmother.
Cut up the onion. Don’t worry. You have no tears left.
January 17, 2023
“It is more important.” The pangolin collected an energy heart. “You think the stuff we do here is important? Making copies and babysitting salespeople. Sometimes I just wanna shriek it’s only furniture!”
January 16, 2023
Coaxed by the garish sheen of Versailles gold that’s coating the near horizon, I take the day’s final hour out walking with no assurance of return.
January 15, 2023
During these 2 years, we have published writers and artists from 6 continents and subcontinents and 20+ countries, and over 500 pieces total!
January 14, 2023
January 13, 2023
Knowing that the piano had just been tuned that very afternoon, Mikel asked, “Are there any other notes that are ‘broken’?” Young Hans scrunched up his face and then plucked the piano keys from the very lowest bass notes to the delicate high notes. In all, he picked six other notes that were ‘broken’. Mikel told Hanson that the piano tuner had been there that afternoon but that he would call him and arrange for him to return and make sure that Hanson was there to “help” the tuner.
January 11, 2023
Crystal pearly waves kiss my feet.
Some pebbles roll on the sandy beach,
some move away in watery waves.
January 10, 2023
In the name of progress, progressives have enforced new binary categories. Voicing disagreement is similarly branded. Accusations fly. Asking questions, challenging, identifying absurdities like insisting on terms like chest feeding – you are an enemy. The Right is quick to pick it up and use it. If you aren’t with us, you are against us.