By Mark Anthony Rossi The U.S. 2016 Presidential Election between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump is bound to be considered a political contest of historic proportions — but not for the most obvious reasons — a 40-year political insider versus a billionaire neophyte. A wider analysis reveals a seismic repudiation […]
I was born with a not so pretty face and skin quite dark, The fair and lovely girls around were by a contrast stark. I felt let down by the Almighty, he could’ve given me an iota of beauty, desolate and miserable, I wandered like a lonely lark. I watched […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY [slideshow_deploy id=’3185′]
By The Editor: Siddharth Sehgal Once a man was taking a stroll along the river on a quiet evening and out of nowhere he heard the blood curdling scream of a man who was trying desperately to keep afloat. This gentleman at the bank lost no time in plunging himself […]
Hark ! Listen to the rumbling cloud Hear the birds chirping aloud Feel the showers And mood of flowers Relish the drip – drip Raindrop sound Come to my terrain Let’s get wet in the rain I will sing the song of swan I will do the peacock prance I […]
Dear Brother We grew up together you and I Each day now passes with a sigh We shared good times we were just two With five loving sisters of which one flew Her passing away was a terrible blow Then papa too decided to go Together we bonded the family […]
Dear Readers, In this interview series where we ask questions to people who are making a difference, it can be big, it can be small, it doesn’t matter, what matters is their contribution to our society. It can be anyone from any walk of life and from any country. Please, do send […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY [slideshow_deploy id=’3144′]
Consciousness is embedded in your brain, it is more in its action than thinkin’ and feelin’, pleasure and pain. It is the link to the global nerve. Revolutions that lead to war are a drag, useless they are, are male and are sex perverted into aggression and hate-satisfaction, are not […]
By Mark Antony Rossi I remember the first time feeling the gravity of being a writer when the military dictatorship of Nigeria hung a playwright (Ken Saro-Wiwa) for writing a radio play about the poverty of his region. It terrorized my being more than the murders of anti-apartheid activists. At […]
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