Joe Ancis Quote – The Only Normal People
“The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.” – Joe Ancis
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Cartoon – Confession Tip #36
Poem – CRESCENT MOON (By John Tustin)
CRESCENT MOON You reside In this room That stinks Like moonlight And me. Crescent Moon Pries as She is wont To do In rooms That stink Like her light, Where only Silence Is Uttered, Sharper than The silver Flashing In my hair.
Read moreShort Story – Plight (By Tahereh K.V. Dahkurdi)
Plight The house of Saman and Shayan was located on a three-part street; the houses with yard were in the first part, corporate houses were in the middle and in the end there were the garrison and a military training area. Shayan until was a soldier, with military uniforms and carrying weapons was standing guard in front of the garrison […]
Read moreWhat God Gives You
“God doesn’t give you the people you want. Instead, He gives you the people you need. To teach you, to hurt you, to love you and to make you exactly the way you’re meant to be”
Read moreSidney Lanier Quote – Stand Where The Seeker Seeks
“If you want to be found, stand where the seeker seeks.” -Sidney Lanier
Read moreMalcolm X Quote – A Dead People
“Just as a tree without roots is dead, a people without history or culture also becomes a dead people.” – Malcolm X
Read moreLaurens van der Post Quote – Bach
“I remembered a story of how Bach was approached by a young admirer one day and asked, ‘But, Papa Bach, how do you manage to think of all these new tunes?’ ‘My dear fellow,’ Bach is said to have answered,… ‘I have no need to think of them. I have the greatest difficulty not to step on them when I […]
Read moreSamuel Johnson Quote – It Is Better To Live Rich Than To Die Rich
“It is better to live rich than to die rich.” – Samuel Johnson
Read morePoem – Malnourished (By Akor Emmanuel Oche)
Malnourished mild noon-time breeze, the sunrise clang the bells for ideal men to get to work. (shrug the dust off your shoulders) a poet embraces time by carefully walking a mile. thoughts of her rush in again.. like photography, your image is embroidered on my mind, every junction and corner reminds me of your skinless flesh; a cellophane on dried […]
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