More: Literature
Tongue of grief
Sleep. I don’t sleep anymore at night. I don’t sleep very well, or, not at all. You only see what you want to see....
Migration is a mirror held up to all nations: Insights from migrant writers
Authors:Ash Narain Roy and Aishwarya Parihar*
Great Indian poet and first Asian recipient of the Nobel Prize in literature Rabindranath Tagore’s words are highly instructive...
Childhood and Magda
I haven’t got time for the pain. When I’m through with you, I will still hope.There’s an ocean meeting invincible ocean pouring into eyes,you...
The woman who ate everything
I have no children of my own. In reality, I exist. In non-reality, I am non-existent. I am more demon, than angel now that...
The Seagull
The life I have lived is more the climate of Hollywood than the establishment of New York. More Zelda Fitzgerald than Rebecca Miller. People...
The relationship between mother and gifted child
Vertigo inside of me. Burnt oats. Mother burnt the oats again. The bottom of the pot burnt. The oats tasted like ash, smelled like...
The power of love: comparison of two romantic relationships
The article illustrates the role of love in two romantic relationships based on two novels. Conrad and Jeanine are the two main characters in...
Letter to genius African poet Beaton Galafa
Dear friend, in the lateness of the afternoon I would like to give you some books as a gift. I think of you in...
Why I write: The autobiography of a poet
Why didn't you love me mum like Paris, across the valley's face, the blood-instinct of the poet's existence, about diaries and the man who...
Yesterday Once More: Me, Anorexia Nervosa and Karen Carpenter
There is no light at the end of the world only solemn-wounds and trees that haunt in the heavenly country where I live. Everyone...