(Wrote this story back in college for the college magazine.) Sitting on his sheet, the cobbler has been trying to polish the old collection of shoes he had. Suddenly a pair of dirty shoes appeared in front of him. His hands stopped. He had been waiting for this moment since morning. His fainting
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My name is Walayat Khan. I was outside my house after Isha when sound of a blast shock me and I started running towards the source. Everyone was running towards the spot. Police vans were passing by, ambulances making their way. It was a bomb blast. Police has surrounded the area, not letting people and
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Life is unjust from the beginning. You make sure all other fellow sperms go wasted while you get hatched. Then you fight all the other eco-cycle inhabitants to survive. You consume the plants, hunt the animals, and kill the bacteria who themselves are in a struggle to survive by hooking on to you. You grow
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“Try to imagine jumping from the edge of a very tall building. Just floating, flying, weightless. Those seconds would feel like minutes, and you would be completely at peace. I often find myself wondering if that feeling would be worth hitting the ground at the end”.
“Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like
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“I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. It’s beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon.
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“I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything”. -Richard Siken
“Knot the tie and go to work, un-knot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too
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One day in the park I had quite a surprise. I met a girl who had many eyes. She was really quite pretty (and also quite shocking!) and I noticed she had a mouth, so we ended up talking. We talked about flowers, and her poetry classes, and the problems she’d have if she ever
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