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Stuck In The Clouds
There they are The dreams I have, They linger on They make me wonder They never leave I’m up there, stuck in the clouds. My mind is amazing Here I stand with a million thoughts, A million thoughts swirl around me They pull at me They tell me to think bigger But some thoughts are…
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Walking On Eggshells
Musa’s notorious behavior took a snag when he had to leave her home in the township “ekasi,” as they referred to the ghetto area they lived in. Out of the blue, his life changed for the worse when his father lost his job. He has been the breadwinner in the family, with his mother as…
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Lantern
I lit an old lantern, its flame dancing softly, casting shadows that move in patterns. I hold it in my hand, lighting my path, slowly. In silence, I walk— bare feet brushing the earth— searching for something that doesn’t want to be found. The lantern flickers, its light fleeting, revealing fragments of the darkened night.…
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My North Star
The ocean hums your name in whispers, a melody carried by tides that know no end— steady, unyielding, like the strength you quietly weave into each moment. You are the calm between waves, the stillness where dreams gather and grow, a reminder that patience is not idleness, but the art of believing in what is…
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Italia
crushed red bull can on the train tracks in naples, I stop where people never get off. a glutton for americana. confession in a foreign country, sins lost in translation. This was written by our contributing writer, Azure Brandi.
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The Faded Days
It was another wintry Monday morning. While everyone was busy rushing to their respective workplaces, Hirendra sat with his old radio and a cup of tea, with no sugar. Arati, his only daughter, didn’t get a leave for the day and had to leave early for work. The whole house was echoing with Rabindra Sangeet,…
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Fact Or Fiction? Don’t Be Fooled Again
In case you missed it, every April 2nd, fact-checkers worldwide pause to celebrate International Fact-Checking Day—a day dedicated to recognizing the essential work of verifying information and combating the rising tide of misinformation. This year’s event, launched in 2016 by the International Fact-Checking Network (IFCN) at the Poynter Institute, comes at a time of heightened…
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Paul Murray’s “The Bee Sting”
Image sourced through Pinterest I recently took a holiday to the Philippines, one of my favorite spots in the whole world. I instantly knew that I wanted to bring an appropriate new novel in physical format to accompany me on my travel journey. I really wanted something unexpected and shocking. This book needed to fill…
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Tea
Tea, in a pot, served in a china cup on a little saucer. Tea with the bag still in, It’s cold, but it’s comfortingly so. There’s bread that’s stale, It’s dusty, And I’d like to read a newspaper. It’s a day for sitting crossed-legged on the floor, It’s always a day to sit crossed-legged on…
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Back Home, On The Moon
Sometimes, in the cold autumn nights I embark on a journey towards the moon. To find my way back home, in the heights Where memories linger from a night in June. Visualizing the moon’s gentle embrace, A sweet feeling arises, my heart finds peace. Moonlight softly kisses my cheeks, As the world around me quietly…
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Pounce
gargantuan love affair in the style of gaze aversion, to be your friend your woman means we don’t leave prince on this bus ride, german superlative schlechtester bullet eye, closed-up phone love oceanic dating support be like skimming off old cream old make-out, i’ll miss them on the plane back to my adventure, i change…
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Hazel And Dad’s Fishing Trip
Photo By: Hanna Peters This story was inspired by the fishing trips that I used to take when I was little with my dad so that is why this story his dedicated to my father. It was a beautiful spring afternoon in May, and Hazel and her father were on their way down to Silvertree…
