A paleolithic man crouches in the bushes, waiting for something to catch his attention. The tiniest movement kick-starts the bloodlust, that hard-wired desire to just fucking get it. He flings a projectile in its direction, an arrow or a spear maybe — weapons that create just the right amount of distance between his own body …
To the merciless realm of skies and gods: “Take me back to my amor!” The canticle of the nature is adored by my brother’s grief which fades away little by little. I cried for my love, which is therefore nurtured by lord Aphrodite and hated by Eris. I feigned to be chaperoned by my lord, …
প্রেমিকের জন্য অপেক্ষা কি ভয়াবহ! অপেক্ষমান প্রতিটি মুহূর্ত হয়ে ওঠে এক একটি বছর। প্রেমিক আসার অপেক্ষায় প্রেমিকার সযতনে সরানো প্রতিটি ধূলিকণা হয়ে ওঠে ভালবাসার বসন্ত। প্রেমিকের জন্য অপেক্ষা কি ঐতিহাসিক! নিশ্চিত পরাজয় জেনেও, প্রেমিকা যুদ্ধের ময়দানে অনড়। প্রেমিকের জন্য অপেক্ষা কি মধুর, অপেক্ষার হেমলক পানে প্রেমিকা হয়ে ওঠে স্বর্গের আফ্রোদিতি।
As the perspicacity of unbearable radiation started burning the insides of his eyelids, Sebastian thought of the last thing he saw before closing his eyes: a yellow warning board with the symbol for extreme radiation. Beneath the symbol there was a sentence written in black marker – “You are not alone.” Sebastian was walking into …
This Prague-based startup hopes to connect poetry lovers through a social network driven by free speech and shared values. The pitch Poetizer is a free social network for poets and poetry lovers available as a website and on iOS and Android apps. Founded in 2017, the site currently covers over 120 countries with 40,000 poems already written by its …
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I have been writing children’s fiction for more than 10 years now, and still I would hesitate to define it; it is a slippery, various, quicksilver thing. But I do know, with more certainty than I usually feel about anything, what it is not: it is not exclusively for children. When I write, I write …
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my ammu is big eyes soaking in the lukewarm stillness of naptime stories wild curls spread wide on the pillow salt and pepper fusilli they will not be contained she’s wind chime laughter and daily twinkles portioned out mangoes sachets of sugar ammu, open your mouth? ha! ha! ha! she’s midnight awakenings moonwaves cupped in …
The room still smells of the perfume phial that you broke. The stench of cigarettes still haunts the blanket. As I sit in one corner, They remind me of you. I want to escape. But I am a masochist. You are like a hangover, That keeps me running back to the bar, Where you drink, …
97 was the year we left the desh walked miles and miles with all our belongings on our shoulders crossed oceans to see a bright light in the distance— the land of the free we were exuberant at first, a place to plant our feet and grow roots but we realized nor was the land …
ওহে ভ্রাম্যমান প্রেমিকা, তোমার প্রিয় ভ্যানিটি ব্যাগটার জমে যাওয়া ময়লা, তোমার বা-হাতের বুড়ো হয়ে যাওয়া নখ খসে নেয়। রোদ চশমায় জমে যাওয়া ধুলোয় আক্ষেপ রাখেনি এ শহর, আঙ্গুলের রগ কতটা সূক্ষ, সেতো তখনি তোমার চোখে বেদুঈন রঙ। And the rush day is the day before yesterday, But you breathe like the invisible poet, and try …
