The old man walked into the kitchen, carefully holding his fishing rod in front of him. He was manoeuvring it gingerly to avoid knocking anything off the cluttered kitchen shelves with the swaying tip, before finally propping it against the jamb of the front door. When she saw him come
“Yeah, these guys were proper jokers!” The Physics fresher smiles nostalgically as he leafs through a stack of photographs, taken during his travels last year. He recounts the journey that took him across Latin America, the places he visited and the people he met. In Cuba, he shifted from town
Our culture is hypocritical in many ways. Sex is used to sell products, get jobs and find mates but it is rarely addressed in a direct and honest way. The sex industry represents a significant portion of the world’s economy. In many countries, it operates in a grey area
Just like oil and water...
To recall colour beyond the fracture of days, Or relish a dawn from Eden’s sweet gaze. Though they lie, deceitful from their roots, The perverted perceptions of those fatal fruits. Those true fallacies, Queens and harlequins of the soul, Conspiring faithfully in our candid futilities, Are but sublime details,
Poem by Kadhim
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When they said that you see a bright light when you die, you did not realise that it was actually a 60 watt desk-lamp. You also did not know just how fast cars could go round that bend, or how easily shopping can get broken when it is hit. Like
This work is a challenge to conventional portrayals of childhood. I want to ask questions about the identity of my subjects, and to analyze their personalities. By using both staged and observed portraits, I manipulate the images in order to achieve paradoxical character and an interplay between fiction and reality,
His sister is always busy got to keep to time time is the law tick tock. His sister has no plants inorganic sleek smooth, straight, safe she used to carry the stream things like he did zip zap they are flies, filthy flies zap zip every night, waiting on every
The sound of the radio was not loud enough to drown out the cries from upstairs. Sophie continued with her routine, putting the shopping away, unloading the dishes; making sure everything was in its rightful place. She paused, just briefly, to adjust the old radio, which seemed to be getting
Guo Heng Chin guides us through the nuts and bolts of a good story