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Dancer on the Stage, Dancer on my page by Carl Teegerstrom

Dancer on the Stage, Dancer on my page by Carl Teegerstrom

Dancer on the Stage, Dancer on my page My pencil glides with her skirt’s flowing lines, gently sketching subtle designs, then it pirouettes on its sharp toe, shading her susurrating shadows, while the paper trembles at each stroke, like the brown, windblown leaves of an old oak. The dancer leaps across that stage while myRead more about Dancer on the Stage, Dancer on my page by Carl Teegerstrom[...]

Azaleas that Bloomed After the Deep Freeze by Carl Teegerstrom

Azaleas that Bloomed After the Deep Freeze by Carl Teegerstrom

Azaleas that Bloomed After the Deep Freeze The Azaleas bloomed after the deep freeze, when the Gardenias shriveled yellow, brown and dry. The Azaleas bloomed after Mom died, but Dad couldn’t make them while she was alive. The three Azalea bushes bloomed dozens of pink blossoms, and though some flowers tumbled to the mulch inRead more about Azaleas that Bloomed After the Deep Freeze by Carl Teegerstrom[...]

Gashlycrumb Primer:  A Re-Story by Brendon Vayo

Gashlycrumb Primer: A Re-Story by Brendon Vayo

Gashlycrumb Primer: A Re-Story “Class,” said Mr. Principal. We barely heard him, we creaked so loud in our desks. Mr. Principal, with his sad, blue eyes, only clasped his hands to deliver bad news. “I’m afraid to say, something awful happened to Kate.” “An axe,” said Prue. From forehead to calves, veins swam under herRead more about Gashlycrumb Primer: A Re-Story by Brendon Vayo[...]

Three Poems by Richard Murphy

Three Poems by Richard Murphy

Ogre Augury Useful for censorship, information-filled front-loaders empty onto a vital word: Advertisements, public relations, app upgrade instructions, system reboot, reply popup, games, trivia and big data bury alive for Earth Movers Inc. The educated precariat tunnels while the final exam for helplessness beads on the minor foreheads from factory-fled towns: The left-to-depth and debtRead more about Three Poems by Richard Murphy[...]

Death Is Just the Limo Driver: Re-Envisioning “Because I could not stop for Death” after Gazing at Emily Dickinson and Kate Scott Turner Gazing at Us by Suzette Bishop

Death Is Just the Limo Driver: Re-Envisioning “Because I could not stop for Death” after Gazing at Emily Dickinson and Kate Scott Turner Gazing at Us by Suzette Bishop

They make brief eye contact as the speaker climbs into the carriage. Death, in Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Because I could not stop for Death,” drops by unexpectedly for a nineteenth-century style date. Immortality, possibly a spinster, possibly not, is also in the carriage, “The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- / And Immortality” (lines 3-4). Immortality’sRead more about Death Is Just the Limo Driver: Re-Envisioning “Because I could not stop for Death” after Gazing at Emily Dickinson and Kate Scott Turner Gazing at Us by Suzette Bishop[...]

Ten Essays by Dibakar Pal

Ten Essays by Dibakar Pal

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Pal, Dibakar is a Retired Executive Magistrate (Civil Servant) in India and PhD Student. Though he is a Civil Servant yet he is genuinely interested in diversified academic fields. As such, he holds master degrees in M.Sc(Math), M.A(English), M.A (Bengali), M.B.A (HRD), M.C.A, P.G.D.M.M(Marketing), L.L.B, D.C.E (Creative Writing), M. Phil (Business Management),Read more about Ten Essays by Dibakar Pal[...]