R.M.S. Carpathia by Fizza Abbas
We often remember the Titanic’s heroes and victims, but forget the ship that answered its call....
Read MorePosted by admin | Jul 21, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
We often remember the Titanic’s heroes and victims, but forget the ship that answered its call....
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In my mind, i am twelve years old, besides my beautiful, giggling mother, molding glutinous rice...
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The path to you is rugged and long, not easy, with few visitors along. By your...
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Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...
Read MoreIt’s all the same, and yet, somehow, nothing’s the same. On a balmy September evening, Janet cowers in the shadows cast by a parked BMW in Thornhill Crescent. Her white Nikes scrunch the orange and brown leaves...
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