by debraath
Our mind can be
Compared to jelly.
It is flexible but
Limited and constrained at the same time.
We are free to think whatever we want,
But we must think in a proper way. […]
Category Archives: calliope 2018
jelly – yet another poem
by shina My legs are jelly, Quivering and unsteady. My arms lie useless by my side […]
jelly – another poem
by cherry
the first thing i do
in the morning
is to scan the classroom,
my pupils shifting left to right […]
jelly – a poem
by yvette
A plate of jelly, brightly-coloured but dull
Lay dejectedly on the kitchen table
Reluctantly abandoned but not forgotten
Clumsily made by small hands […]
dynamite – another poem
by debraath Dynamite, a small explosion,
brought me to my senses.
Looking all around, […]
dynamite – a poem
by janani
The sticks on the ground,
Ready to ignite.
They begin the war, […]
dynamite – a fictional account
by cayden
(Note: this is a completely fictional account about of how Emil Oskar Nobel, brother of Alfred Nobel, died from the accidental detonation of Nitroglycerin, and the effect of it on Alfred as well as on the creation of dynamite.)
Heleneborg, Sweden, 1864
The Nobel’s armaments factory […]
sock
A confounding conundrum which often plagues us is the case of the missing sock. Whether it’s one of our salaciously skin-tight stockings, or a warm winter sock, chances are we will not find it anywhere. Who knows where these sneaky creatures always slip off to? […]
sock – yet another poem
by huang xin
Snowflakes fall in the winter wind, as
Overtures to the new year begin. […]
sock – a play
by yvette
[SOQUE is carrying a large backpack. The town he is going through is Sockington, a town known to have many travelling socks. There are rows of shops on the street and there seems to be a festival going on.] […]
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