By Jane Aguiar (Site: https://meandmyliterature.wordpress.com/) Dad, your unconditional love and affection empowers me and mom when we are both unfortunate, uncomfortable and uncertain. When you were here, everything was going well and now everyone turned their backs on us, when it was time to support us. Mom hides her grief from me and just cries… Leer más #Poetry: Unconditional love empowers
#A hard-hitting novel, beautifully written and observed, and a lesson in narrative# by OlgaNunez Hi all: I bring you another book by an author whose very special book of short stories, Backstories, I featured recently. This one is a novel, and it is quite a novel. The Silent Brother by Simon Van der Velde When… Leer más #Review: THE SILENT BROTHER by Simon Van der Velde
By Michele Lee The rain began the day after I arrived, and except for a few pockets of sunshine it continued until the morning I left. I could not have been more content. A steady pitter patter matched the sound and pace of my fingers on a keyboard when a weekend of typing, I spent.… Leer más Pitter Patter and Pops of Pink
her words awakened physical pain in him the mere sound of them was like claws scratching against his brain When she’s old enough, a mother can hurt her son like she never could in her youth Listening to her now, he felt like crying And she wasn’t even cursing him She just looked around and… Leer más words that hurt by Bogdan Dragos
Corners attract me. It’s been like this since I was five. Being punished became my sole motive in life. Bad boy! Go stand in the corner! The first time I cried, but soon realized that corners are much more than they are made out to be. There’s a peace in that tiny space. It’s also… Leer más I’m Just a Corner Guy by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroomwhether alone or in the company of loversthe one of curious Grecian genesis would alwayskeep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulbAs a vocal self-proclaimed freethinkerthose who understood these thingsthought this her greatest contradiction The ignorance of brawn afforded himan ability to see past the light andinto… Leer más CARDBOARD CITY
By Anna Akhmatova By Blog SONGNGUTAITRAM Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders) Seaside gusts of wind, And a house in which we don’t live, And the shadow of a cherished cedar In front of a forbidden window … Perhaps there is someone in this world To whom I could send all these lines. Well then!… Leer más Before Not Sending a Poem
By Vũ Ngọc Giao, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm *with my other namesakes . I’m sitting side by I in the echoes of a crackling waterfall spilling into dusk . there in a staggering moment the saddest of birdsong the tweets of a lifetime ! . December 2020 Vũ Ngọc Giao, the Vietnamese musician… Leer más DRINKING ALONE
By Rhian Sasseen June 2, 2022 by The Paris Review Novelist Hernan Diaz. Photograph by Pascal Perich. Money talks—so goes the truism—but rarely is it the subject of fiction. “Class? Sure. Exploitation? Absolutely. Money? Not so much,” Hernan Diaz observed during a conversation in early spring about the impetus behind his latest novel, Trust. Taking… Leer más Writing Is a Monstrous Act: A Conversation with Hernan Diaz
By equinoxio21 “The mother of Light”. There is an electricity plant a block and a half away from my mother-in-law’s. The walls had just been painted afresh. I’ve seen this particular artist in my previous – and exciting – street art safari in Bogotá. I will look for the other mural for comparison. “What’s on… Leer más A morning walk, Bogotá
by the time she was done rolling that cigarette it looked like a broken, gnarly twig regardless, she put it between her lips, lit a piece of nacho on fire and used that to light the cigarette and then just watched the nacho burn until the flames reached her fingers “Do you remember when dreams… Leer más black and white dreams by Bogdan Dragos
By Terveen Gill There she comes! Get out of her way! Look at those shoes and that floral jumpsuit. They say she’s never ridden a roller coaster without it. She approaches the line twirling her hair, people part like the sea that obeyed Moses. Her name’s Susan and she knows where she’s going. Right to… Leer más Roller Coaster Susan
SOIL TIERRA I don’t want No quiero to feel the soil sentir la tierra inside my nostrils anymore. dentro de mis fosas nasales nunca más. I don’t need No necesito your spontaneous violence tu espontánea violencia against everything contra todo aquello which bothers your que molesta tu easy way of living. sencillo modo de vida.… Leer más Come to my war, love By José Yebra
8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same… Leer más 8 Miles
By Jane Aguiar A middle-aged builder was living with his wife and children. One morning, he had a strange dream. In that dream God had come to take him away. He was not ready to go with God, so he pleaded to God, «Oh God, my wife and children will starve to death behind me.… Leer más #Story: Glimpses Of The Afterlife
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By Olga Miret Hi, all: I bring you the last but one Journey of Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene’s Dead of Winter. And the author has shared that she has finished the last journey, so I will bring you that one pretty soon, I am sure, as I can’t wait to know what happens! Dead of Winter:… Leer más #Reviews: #TuesdayBookBlog Dead of Winter: Journey 13, The Harbor by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
By Michele Lee My true story begins with a change in airplane seats… Before boarding a flight for Oregon last week, I was surprised to receive a text message indicating that my seat had changed from 8F to 4F. How odd, I thought, but at least I was moving up in the world. I boarded… Leer más A Sweet Love Story
this was needed One more strong coffee one more poem and then he would go to sleep it was almost morning he would sleep during the day and return the next night to write more poems His lower back was hurting It was either the kidney stones or the hemorrhoids or both or something entirely… Leer más a matter of days for both by Bogdan Dragos
By Terveen Gill You know that you want me. Right from the time you heard what I had to say. Let me recall your words. Exciting. Impressive. Damn hot! I would’ve articulated it much better but that’s what makes me more attractive than others. Not a dull moment when I’m around. I’m the heart of… Leer más Call Me Sexy or What You Want
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