Minding the Current
Expats, PoetryMinding the Current Just beneath waters apparently still… lurks a tumultuous undertow waiting to wreak its havoc. I...
to smile again
Poetrytoday started with memories sad limericks and rusty rhymes about a time when we stood facing one another offering pockets...
Folded Hands
Expats, PoetryShe folded her hands and said that’s it She folded her hands in prayer of save me A dichotomy of...
The Silence
PoetryThere is a silence Quieter than the belly of a cave. Where not even an echo Can make you Feel...





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