Poetry
Words of the Dead
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little
Menu
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard a sound synonymous to the creak of
The news about the murder of a 26-year-old Indian Vet named Priyanka Reddy is circulating the Internet. For those who are not aware, Priyanka was
Blurb: It tells the story of two sisters in France during World War II, and their struggle to survive and resist the German occupation of France.
Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you,
Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly
Dear Brother, Some may say it is unwise of me to write a letter to you when you are somewhere this letter cannot reach, but
RIVERSIDE COUNTY, Calif. (BP) — Southern Baptist pastor Jarrid Wilson played games with his son Denham, attended his son Finch’s baseball practice and tweeted encouragement
‘Funny how you’ve got to get your heart broken ninety-nine times to feel numb on your hundredth’, she tweeted. Letting her long black hair on
In my house there is a girl impersonating my sister. She speaks like my sister, breathes like my sister, her body is in the languid
Every year, approximately 303,000 women die as a result of pregnancy or delivery complications, and more than 50,000 experience unexpected health problems, according to the
We joke about who will die first but we both know it will likely be you. We hold hands while walking the dog, make her
The Favourite Daughter by Kaira Rouda is a deliciously diabolical mystery that is also rather suspenseful. One year following the death of her oldest daughter, Mary, Jane Harris
I stand by a wicked smile. Holding grudges over desert lines. Gods being menaced by moths and flies. Veils fail to save when the evil
“I had thought fresh fruits were very nutritious and it would not do me harm by injecting them into my body; I had no idea
Subscribe to our newsletter for the latest updates, exclusive content, and exciting events.
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of