ByRaji A. SamuelAugust 17, 2025 What Made You What made you yearnto feel like a leaf?Is it the lure of green?the feather-like weightlessnessor the bliss?Or is… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelJuly 17, 2025 The Burden of Art The artist sat shirtless under the moon. He was hurt. He hated. And even though the hate knottedhis… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelJune 17, 2025 The Other One You prepare an eulogyfor chairs tables and housesstones spires and sands.You personify the pastand can think past personifications.You… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelMay 17, 2025 In My Father’s Room There’s Little Room You’ll find dirty boots piled in all corners.With stinking breaths, they tell talesof unusual places—stories that make hairs… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelApril 17, 2025 In Dreams Alone I dream an escape from dreams:rasp of voices mergingas dirges sink stones and sand,proclaiming:the meek will not inherit… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelMarch 23, 2025 Change is the only constant Change is the only constant.And God, said the Angelic Doctor,is constant—unchangeable.Therefore Change is God, and God is Change.But… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelMarch 17, 2025 They Do Anything in You Rope THE MUSIC WAS SO LOUD that a man at one of the regular tables outside the club thought… Fiction
ByRaji A. SamuelMarch 7, 2025 IV. Bones (vso) He dropped everything. He went towards the sofa by the corner, sat, and held his chin in his… Very Short Ones
ByRaji A. SamuelMarch 3, 2025 Dr. J. Gene Mirral THE WALKWAY LIGHT FLICKERING did nothing to deter the two doctors from sauntering down the corridor like they… Fiction
ByRaji A. SamuelFebruary 27, 2025 II. The Dead (vso) It was midday but the clouds were gray and not threatening. The breeze caressed his parched skin in… Very Short Ones