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Summer Sweat

– Warren Peace

It is a hot day and dry winds have discovered a small room and its dilapidating window.

I am resting on a mattress which has jute fibres protruding, erect to annihilate. 550 more words

Creative Writing Competition


~arT hints a raGa~

A lass, fair was her hue,
A dear friend, who once I knew
Her voice was a gentle coo,
Her eyes were kind and gentle too. 322 more words


On Wanting, Shame, and Artistic Ambition

You didn’t get the grant that would have affirmed your talent and promise. You don’t have a book to hold in your hands that would make all this flailing on the page real. 801 more words


Look up? I think not.

This morning I leaned over my balcony to look down and snapped this picture of pure white snow. I thought to myself how tired I am of people telling me to “look up.” There are “good things up ahead.” 103 more words