By Marina McCuaig Round the gable to the byre hunting for eggs, peat stack and back. Busily doing important things, this was my usual tack. My daily play and toil performed behind these fortress walls. And all the while the smell and sound of the Atlantic calls. A constant I neither noticed or could ever … Continue reading Boundaries
Parallelism Between Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” and Ahmed’s “Moirae.”
By Mehreen Ahmed When the stream of consciousness technique was first introduced at the turn of the 20th century, it was difficult for many publishers to accept it. Mainly because, such a style endorsed ungrammatical choppy sentences, and sentences that had not made much sense. After James Joyce, finished and published Ulysses, it was almost … Continue reading Parallelism Between Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” and Ahmed’s “Moirae.”
Rather British Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling tors these stubby crags emerge from peat, amongst scrag season's heather, gorse; but mother loved these Yorkshire moors so different from her Exmoor stags. Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts, the billowed gale, church choir let loose to chant baht ‘at with ducks … Continue reading Rather British Poems
Two Poems by Saharsh Satheesh
Twilight at Budapest Steel cowers over, calm water flowing, through the banks, of the Danube, carving chalky rocks, and golden haze, of the setting sun, stretching its rays, and the waters cool, with a dark blue tint, and fragments of ice, drift in search of sun. Rainbow Eucalyptus Brushes of mother nature, swift strokes of … Continue reading Two Poems by Saharsh Satheesh
Phobia
By Dawn DeBraal When Tonya met Todd, she knew she had a good one. Todd was funny, respectful, polite, and attentive. They had been dating for almost a year. Tonya felt he might be Mr. Right. Whenever she started to question her decision, Todd showed up to reinforce his good qualities. How could she doubt … Continue reading Phobia
Poems by Andrew Scott
The Ghost I used to be a ghost, pale shell of my former and current self. My skin was white. Shiny without a hint of a tan colour, even after hours in the piercing sun. Skin used to cling to the bones in my body, showing all that was underneath. No amount of foods would … Continue reading Poems by Andrew Scott
Misfits
By Colleen Halupa Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer traveled to the Island of Misfit Toys. I live on the Island of Misfit dogs. “You have how many dogs? Are you nuts?” I wish I had a dollar for every time someone has said this to me. At the most current count, I have 21; however, at … Continue reading Misfits
Only They Are Mine – My Parents
By Sahaj Sabharwal When everyone is there, concerned with their own lives, Only they are here with me, Not concerned about themselves, But with my life only. When everyone is against me, Only they are with me, And as they believe me and know me well , Are enough against any number of people … Continue reading Only They Are Mine – My Parents
Your Life
By Jim Bates You live your entire life. You are born and you grow. You go to school. You learn. You make friends and fall in love for the first time. Your heart is broken. You learn to deal with pain. You walk in the woods and learn to stop and feel what Nature … Continue reading Your Life
Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
The Meaning of Life Life is what it is Because it is what it is Constant Growth I was different as a child See how much I have grown I was a little brat back then But now I know more than I had known People change constantly And so does the entire world … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Academy of the Heart And Mind 