Imperfect Now that you’re gone,I fully understand you you,sometimes strange,fears are now becoming a reality we were made for hard times, you were the only one who loved me imperfect some of your words,I didn’t understand, now that you’re gone,I fully understand you, we are made for hard times, youContinue Reading

Writings by Taghrid Bou Merhi   1. HERE I AM!! Like a butterfly who loves brightness, Taghrid said: “here I am” She got lost so they said: “It’s a narcissus rose” She blossomed so they said: “ it’s an iris rose” She planted goodness And good plants get harvested WithContinue Reading

Cities of love By Elena Ananyeva Assemble your city with a mosaic of foreign lands Of shards falling in a waterfall. From the heights and depths of Thy images, illuminate the glittering Coverings and gazes. Gather your city With birches by the brook, letters from home and nostalgia. from the domesContinue Reading

Online Desk: Ashik Ahmed received the “Outstanding Leader Award” for volunteer work, leadership in social work, leadership in various activities for the development of youth society. Lion club International the world’s largest international services company. Its roots spread to almost all corners of the world. Attracting the world Lions ClubsContinue Reading

Today is the Birthday of Bangladeshi Author Mohammad Ankan, a familiar face among young writers. Beginning of writing in childhood. He regularly writes in national and foreign newspapers, magazines and periodicals. All branches of literature have equal skill. Competence, self-assurance and commitment are increasingly showing the future of this youngContinue Reading

Jakhongir Nomozov is a young Uzbek poet. He was born in 1997. He has been writing poetry and journalism of Argentina Active member and coordinator of the working group of “Juntos por las Letras” international writers on Uzbekistan Representative of Turkey’s Poetry Spring (ŞIIR SARNICI) magazine for Uzbekistan. His poemsContinue Reading

BAUDELAIRE AND THE BREEZE Rodolfo Zamora Corea Of my bastard verses Her hips moved violently, lulled by the roar of a hurricane, were the violent winds from Quincey’s mouth, Or maybe Poe’s exotic nightmares and his ravens. aromatic poisons, hallucinating with hemp flowers, pulling the nipples and their nerves, turningContinue Reading