When I See a Baby so Loved

When I see a baby so loved in the arms of its mother I reflect on the pain this mother will surely endure, for as soon as the road she paved for our freedom is ready, running, we never look back from the world and its lure. Off to dance in a world for which …

The Blogger’s Way

For we are a mad blend desperate for attention creating a haven that makes kings out of laymen; creating new worlds inside the minds of the seekers, so as not to rest in reality’s bleakness. Though it’s true that there’s no fee on dignity, we’re wrapped around a system of desperation. Like a thief pressed …

Dungeon Prompts: Mortality and the Human Psyche

  This week’s prompt is:  Mortality and the Human Psyche “All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change …

Dungeon Prompts: Freedom in the Modern World

  This week’s prompt is:  Freedom in the Modern World “If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom.”  These are the words of President Dwight D. Eisenhower. The argument  over the balance between security and freedom has been going on …

There Was No Escaping His Father’s Words

They sat across the table from each other. His father had that, ‘I don’t want to smile but what can I say, I expected as much and here you are just like we sat when you were a kid and cared little for what I said or did,’ look on his face. As they stared …

Dungeon Prompts: Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By

This week’s prompt is:  Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By Marcus Tullius Cicero told us that, “The function of wisdom is to discriminate between good and evil.” The way that we see good and evil, or the lack thereof, surely colors the way we interact in a world that is ruled by …

Born to the Brothels by Srividya Sheshadri

The rooms were tiny, the hallways and stair cases narrow. Men came in and out – not likely to be customers, we were told, because it was day time. They might have been pimps, or husbands. We saw children as well – running throughout- in their rooms. Apparently at night time, the narrow pathways become …

A Couple Of Brats

A political statement until they had us, a couple of brats born to be rough with anyone seeking to get through their day without admitting they’re completely insane. She’s the idealist, I keep it real, she cries a lot more, that’s part of the deal. She fights the good fight, I just fight good, she …