The brief scene from the Cave of Plato
by Paweł Markiewicz Mortals: A, B, C and D are shackled, pinioned to a crag, diverted, dreamful
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by Paweł Markiewicz Mortals: A, B, C and D are shackled, pinioned to a crag, diverted, dreamful
poem/essay by Brian Glaser 1. The source of wisdom in you cannot be exhausted by your limbs
by Donald Dewey Giraffe munching on the highest leaf, you are a freak on your skyscraper diet. Your neck is yanked from your heart,
The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to hide from trains right to the windows and look over the smoke wreathed hills,
emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two false faces in the triangle phase both veils fall once the trance is closed and the real story can rise to be composed.
by Mario Șerban The limit of pain is just a greater pain and so on. Maximum pain is a myth. So, what’s the point of complaining? You will never share a nervous first kiss and both look away smiling and blushing afterwards. You will never be kissed on your cheek at random by your girlfriend […]
History Repeats I sat out on the sun deck watching history repeat itself. My next-door neighbor left for work. His kids headed off to the school bus stop.
by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
Fries I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?
A cabin fire. from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate