I was lying awake in my attic and I heard a clock below strike six. It was already broad daylight, and people had begun to... More > go up and down the stairs. By the door where the wall of the room was papered with old numbers of the Morgenbladet, I could distinguish clearly a notice from the Director of Lighthouses, and a little to the left of that an inflated advertisement of Fabian Olsens' new-baked bread. < Less

A beautiful blend of poetry, prose and includes the famous satire "A Modest Proposal" by Johnathan Swift. The featured poet... More > is Sarah Bricke and there are contributions from Tue Omo, Lene Skovsende, Anne Christain, and more. < Less

A collection of some of the best writers across the world. Including Gary "The G Man" Toms, Leonis Sayfire, Stephen Bagley, Jr., and many many more.

Poetry written as it flowed out of me without any laboring and intensive thought. A Wonderful book of poetry to be read... More > while drinking a cup of coffee or sitting under a tree. < Less

Dark prose that uses the powers of language to attack the idiocy and the foolishness of modern society and looks to bring... More > the hypocrisy of many to light not to hurt but to bring about awareness and change. A book of satire in the honored tradition of Perseus, Horace, Montaigne, and Thomas Nashe. < Less

A collection of short stories

Light-hearted poetry that dances like a feather in the wind, but does not lack gravity and depth. The pull is strong,... More > although the words are soft and intricate. < Less

A new poetic form written from the seed of my heart and my soul.

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"You will have to get a pass from Dr. H., in Temple Place, before I can give you a pass, madam," answered Mc K., as blandly... More > as if he wasn't carrying desolation to my soul. Oh, indeed! why didn't he send me to Dorchester Heights, India Wharf, or Bunker Hill Monument, and done with it? Here I was, after a morning's tramp, down in some place about Dock Square, and was told to step to Temple Place. Nor was that all; he might as well have asked me to catch a hummingbird, toast a salamander, or call on the man in the moon, as find a Doctor at home at the busiest hour of the day. It was a blow; but weariness had extinguished enthusiasm, and resignation clothed me as a garment. I sent Darby for Joan, and doggedly paddled off, feeling that mud was my native element, and quite sure that the evening papers would announce the appearance of the Wandering Jew, in feminine habiliments. < Less