My father is the name I carry; a bastard son of a bastard son. My father is very much like God— for that I haven't seen either one....

A formation that's imminent awaking what's inside. Grounded earthly movements which will soon subside. With good and bad intent for those...

I am, by birth, a person of the East.  I am, by blood, a laughter and a please.  I am, by skin, a man of uncrossed rivers;  I am, by...

the damned  stands before her ʻāina , repressed tears embellish her limpid eyes as she overlooks the lavender, melancholy skies,...

N obody can ever replace you, your spirit lives on. A nd I wish I could've spent more time with you before you were gone.  N obody told...

His hands smell of anemone and mushrooms on a spring morning. The sea is as flat as he is silent. He’s a man who deals with silence and...

Impostor Syndrome (noun) /ɪmˈpɑstər ˈsɪn.droʊm/ -by Shreya Acharjya i had my foot in the door of the sanguine prospect of more strange...

i. There exist dreams within the corpse, fresh still And a glass of red wine on her bedside There, a slight note, and two bullets later...

It's small things that counts they said But never the small things that break too How long are those small conversations they say Never...

Nandini Rawat, a recent high school graduate, has found solace in art since childhood. Painting provides a calming presence in her life,...

I'm fruit that has fallen off a tree and onto the damp muddy grass I feel bruised and squashed and too ripe for anyone to want to eat me...

I wake up to darkness one day I look into my favourite sanctuary A depressing jeopardy The orangutan waving goodbye The black rhino...

The sun melts on the horizon of a mountain My love for her is found again We lie in the grass and listen to rock n’ roll Finally, taking...

is love real? i once asked i can’t touch it or taste or hold it grab it from someone’s arms i can’t buy it from a christmas sale but one...

add the kimchi to the pot ( my first word being umma / falling asleep to korean lullabies and babbling to my grandparents / washed kimchi...

the monster I saw, it was you at first, it was too good to be true the monster I saw as a child under my bed the only monster I know is...

Ruby petals and songs of love, Glass butterflies and wings of dove, Saccharine angels and a springtime night, I close my eyes and you are...

This is Al Mahmud, my valet, who hails from Kas of Türkiye; he serves me Çaykur Tea all day. Each week, his brother, Ahmadi, in Rize, who...

The morning breath feels so warm today The Tuesday sun feels so nice this way How miserable I must be back then— To not be singing with...

In realms ethereal, we ascend the stair, Our fleeting gazes intertwined in air, Transcendent and evanescent, this tender plight, Yet...