Anger

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,
Cherry

L'Art Pour L'Art

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

A Household tradition

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

Falling

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,

Black…?

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 Dilemma ( Part 9)

Jakes task is creeping nearer.

break the handle of the faucet

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---

intensify

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 &

last vestige of a crumbling empire

mr. panetta wants the world to know that the big bully’s gonna finish his last doughnut & parade with baton in hand to the asia-pacific, where now, he can stand as intimidating as he can

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