Archive | May, 2016

“We Still Have Much to Learn” by Jan Jasinski

31 May 2016

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  “We Still Have Much to Learn” by Jan Jasinski After living in Europe for all my life to date, and passing more than 4 months now in the United States, I shall admit, that Europe, or more precisely Europeans, have still much to learn. Most of America, even when struggling with the refugees’ problems, […]

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“Dollie – The Story of a Dead Soul” by Margot Su

31 May 2016

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“Dollie: The Story of a Dead Soul” by Margot Su My daughter, Dollie Partin died early for her age back then.  She died on October 31st, 1912.  She was 12.  Our family carried her from our house down the streets to the burning.  The epidemic was getting worse.  Everybody was sick and dying.  Dollie had […]

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“My Happiness” by Sunny Basu

31 May 2016

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“My Happiness” by Suny Basu My happiness is the knocks on my door; Try as I might, impossible to ignore. My happiness is the moon, ever changing; Kept around solely for entertaining. My happiness is the future for which I continue to strive; The only thing keeping me alive. My happiness is a lone diamond; […]

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“My Life and Diversity” by Debkanya Mitra

3 May 2016

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I   Without color, our world is bleak, Cold, and unforgiving.   There would be no smiles, Our identities would be tangled in a veil, Which would suffocate our spirit.   But we have color, And I can’t imagine my world, my community, Ever lacking it.   II   Diversity is being different, Not feeling […]

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“Fall” by Debkanya Mitra

3 May 2016

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Fall comes with leaves, More beautiful than flowers, And grey skies.   Fall is the season of harvest, While the bleak ground, Is decorated with the remains, Of shattered memories.   Trapped in the empty theatre, Are our materialistic ideas of change, I’m the only one, Who hasn’t watched its premier.   I think that […]

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“The Storm” by David Villani

3 May 2016

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It was a warm, sunlit October day, and I was calmly fishing for sardines on my boat, the Tempesta, as I had always done. I was laying out the nets, a tedious, painstaking task. All of a sudden, a bored croaking voice spit into my radio. I jumped at its abruptness, and angrily let go […]

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