Part 1 The Flowers of Childhood The red rose bush The white jasmines Mulla pookkal and kudamulla pookkal And the roadside flowers To...

" Honored and more than that touched and moved beyond words by  Lopa Banerjee  who is a great writer now in her own right translating m...

Part 1 Mother Mary speaks: I remember you As a child That Day on The white sand Making Those pigeons From the mud And when the...

The pleasure of writing on the back of a nude, sketched, female figure ;) (Title: Beauty, she is!) Her wavy hair eyes nose lips h...

Goodbye, Dad and Mom "I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew." - Sylvia Plath " Oh, Daddy, You kn...

This is a boring prompt, for me, so I am gonna write rubbish that will shock and thrill all of you :D I've no inspiration and I am bored...

Yes, why am I a dice? They also say it as die These humans And why a five, four, two hanging on a pitchfork or in mid-air and...

When I saw her, first, she was wearing a wine-dark bathrobe and smoking a black cheroot in a long brown holder. Drop it, Mona Lisa, I admo...

"I got some news for you, sir" A strange-looking creature whom I could not name told me. "What news?" I asked,...

5th April "Our (optional) prompt for today is one that we have used in past years, but which I love to come back to, because it so o...

There was a land called Beautiful In which there lived Maid Isabel. She had a dream of Parsifal, The knight who made the maidens swoon. ...

"No one can win the battle of the sexes as there is too much fraternizing with the enemy" Women complain if men have wars They ...

"....take a page or leaf from James Schuyler's chapbook (Pulitzer Prize winner) and write a poem about a specific place —  a partic...