It stinks, it reeks of old socks, it was electrifying and it filled me up, it truly was anger. I released the sound of anger, it was loud; it screeched and moaned,

“Any man who doesn’t have his inner world to translate is not an artist.” Theophile Gautier

A Household tradition P K Routray I beg to tell you a curious customary tradition, followed in every Indian house belonging to the sects of the Hindu religion

She fell, through the cracks of time, through the ground, through darkness she fell. Slowly, then fast, never touching anything. Carefully she raised her arm,

What will be the new, Black? Will it be Blue, Green or Orange? Or something truly obscene In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream. Will there be ponchos? Or turtle necks Or denim, dungarees

Jakes task is creeping nearer.

break the handle of the faucet in your head & your heart, so that it never stops pouring out o p i n i o n s & thoughts & all the things that make you tick---

how many times does hillary have to tell the world that Russia needs to do this, or Russia needs to do that, before she runs out of breath?--- it is Russia that reads between the lines &