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/David was sitting at the writing desk in his study as he did most Sunday mornings. He sipped his Earl Grey tea from his cup and saucer, and stared out of the window over-looking the large garden. A bird, a robin perhaps, perched on the branch of a nearby…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreShe Imagines
/Mother had traveled. And upon returning, she brought me a toy phone and a wrist watch. Gifts from …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreThird Gulf War
/February 28, 2026—
a Valentine's kiss screamed,
shook the earth, engulfed
schoolgirls…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreBlood for Profit
/A sky torn asunder—
killing fields, children suffer.
The gates of hell fell:
Boeing erased…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreButukwen and His Mother
/Her son had a challenge. Physically, he was alright. Mentally, he was unstable, couldn’t sit at one place and behaved more like a toddler for his …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreBurning Ambition
/This was the biggest week of her life. Gina Riley had been painting, drawing, sculpting and generally creating art for as long as she could recall. And in a few days’ time her work would be on display in an exhibition comprising entirely of her own art. It was…
By Chris Platt
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