child

Reading is

Therapy

Prose
Mehreen Ahmed

Blue Butterflies

The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of

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Poetry
Edward Lee

Rainbow Chalk

The chalk dissolved on the pavement when the first rains of the year came, Hopscotch trails and stick figures disappearing as the ground turned a

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Poetry
Ashinze Patrick

Childbirth.

Childbirth is the mother of adventure,. You hear of heavens, rocks and earths Getting split opened like the mouths of lovelorn soldiers roaring irate, Vocalic

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