Poetry: The Marbles We Lost to Time
By Tabbu Shaikh || Passing time… As it left, it stole so many of our things. And merely handed us the count of growing age upon our fingers. Now I … Read More
By Tabbu Shaikh || Passing time… As it left, it stole so many of our things. And merely handed us the count of growing age upon our fingers. Now I … Read More
By Tamara Pantović When a terrible night with fiery wings crosses the river, calm waters begin to sing with a voice of endless pain and shudder. When the midnight wind … Read More
Listening to silence is listening to God while breathing. Since the beginning of everything, there had been a possessed peace, then the eruption of words. What was I before sound? … Read More