A young man muttered at his bad luck and penniless situation. He frowned all the days. A wise senior came across to talk to him, ‘Hey kiddy, why are you so unhappy?’ ‘I don’t understand why I’m so poor always!’ he said. ‘Poor ? I think you are very we...
An ascetic came from a long journey to an obscure village on a gloomy night. There were some villagers continuously walking to and fro in the streets. When the ascetic walked into an alley, he saw a dim yellow light approaching quietly from the deep end...
“Aw Mom,” whines Jeremy. “Do I have to take history? I hate history.” “Yes, you must take it this term.” “But history always leaves...” Jeremy thinks, “a bad taste in my mouth.” “I know dear, but we all have to do some things that are unpleasant at times,...
You’re reading magazines wrong. See, if you’re anything like me, you treat these magazine things* as highly disposable sources of information. You buy them (or steal them, I guess, and shame on you), read them once (if that) and then never touch them agai...
Being a henchman (or henchwench, naturally) is not an easy calling. You’re the first line of defense (and offense, for that matter) for a supervillain (or alien intelligence, eldritch entity, force of nature, etc.) with big plans - the one who has to thro...
This week, I attended one university lecture a day. I took notes, tried to learn things, played the part of the good student.Only I’m not a good student. In fact, I’m not a student at all. I’m just a guy who’s stealing knowledge – and I’m loving it.Let me...
Over the past 14 years my friend has fought firstly to see his two boys (who at the start were 5 and 2.) Now he fights to keep the youngest attending a well-regarded Private school that he solely pays for. While the boys’ mother and stepfather have repeat...
Hired for the dirty job of cleaning the dirty life Out of the corners of a house long lived in By a man recently dead. An eccentric intellectual hippie of a fellow Whom I had never met before he died But knew with an intimacy many missed Boxes of papers s...
Diaspora She asks me if I know what this means Like the seeds of a dandelion Blown by the harsh winds of intention versus expectation I am a black woman and the seed Is the marrow of my spine The wind has caught in the thickness of my hair Lifting...
The Lost Generation By Captain Midnight In the style of Gertrude Stein A prose-poem on what our generation faces as compared to the generation of the Jazz Age and beyond. You are part of a lost generation. By shuffling you round and round and round and ro...
