Ritual

By Ann Sim Gathering the painting tools to my reach, I observe the canvas reflected through the mirror in front of me. My face, this tranquil, angular visage, is a canvas__ a blank, colorless sheet of paper. The first

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Blue Despair

By Adama Bojang We dont know the story behind his blue stature. His eyes, sunken behind the leathery cloak Of a skin. The hackneyed clothing hangs down By thread, beckoning for spare change.   He sits

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