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Tag: writer
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The Plant You Brought Me
Sometimes, I ask myself how could you trust me to care, even for a plant.Maybe, you didn’t know. Things I love and things I hate have the same ending; they die.I used to feel everything at the same time,but now I wake up every morning,walk by the plant you brought…
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A Short, Unreceived, Love Letter
My mother always knows when I’m in love. Whenever she sees that I’m slowly drowning in the waves of infatuation, she stops talking, letting me decide whether I want to sink or swim. This time, I choose to sink because you’re too beautiful, I must get lost. Others can tell…
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My Father’s Jamun Tree By Sufia Khatoon
My gardener exerts that I uprootmy father’s jamun* tree.It has failed to yield fruits this year—It has failed to conform. My father finds it hardto feel anything at all. I should part with it—without the promise ofjamuni* flowers.Without a purposeit is futile to love it. In the heated afternoonI hold…
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Death Witch by Leon Clifford
Once upon a time, there was a magnificent five bedroom, tastefully refurbished, inter-war, detached home with two ensuites, and double garage situated within bullseye of the Tudor Grange catchment. The house was equidistant from the train station and Solihull Town Center, short enough for a latte cooling stroll. One half…
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His Caustic Charisma by Sarah Butchin
I love the way you lick your lips when you’re nervous, from the corner to the slit and back again. It’s a tell but there’s so much more I want to know. Biting words slip through those full lips, saying what everyone else doesn’t have the guts to utter. But…
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Intrepid Traveler By Adrian Slonaker
The poem, “Intrepid Traveler” by Adrian Slonaker recalls the unspoken hesitations of going out after being locked down under quarantine.
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Imagination by Tonmoi Kashyap
Tonmoi Kashyap’s poem “Imagination” visualizes the world in words and lines. Read and become immersed into something else.
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Girl in a Mason Jar By Steve Carr
Steve Carr’s short story, “Girl in a Mason Jar,” follows the escape of a curious and trapped girl, looking for a way out.
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Post loving
I spied love in all of the useless places—I overdid it.I spied it in your hands,look for it in your ignorance,searched in your selfishness,to find the conclusion- not love, but I’m an illusion.Clichés,Broken-hearted people saying:“love does not exist.”Oh dear,believe me it does, but won’t ever come to your stagnant state…