Tags : Poverty

Fighting For?

Fighting For?

A Story by Evan Scott


What do you fight for?
OC 1.  The Ordination

OC 1. The Ordination

A Chapter by Effervescent Dreams


Jerome along with his peers is ordained to be a priest, even as he struggles within to step out of what he really is and what he would be projecting h..
London Calling

London Calling

A Poem by LMDunleavy


This poem is a commentary on the harshness of London life.
The One About Mary

The One About Mary

A Poem by hypochondrita


The transition of a little girl into the criminal world
Hand-me-down

Hand-me-down

A Poem by Thisismythearpy


A poem about always getting things second-hand.
Our Cherry Wine Anthem

Our Cherry Wine Anthem

A Poem by stargirl23


raise your glass in all your ruddiness this is our song our cherry wine anthem the one that would play each soirée undernea..
Coke Bottles Are Worth a Nickel

Coke Bottles Are Worth a Nickel

A Poem by James


https://soundcloud.com/user-74706948/coke-bottles-are-worth-a-nickel-by-james-andersen
Final Notice

Final Notice

A Story by Carey V. Azzara


Kelly is up against it again. Two failed marriages, two children to care for, and very few prospects. With only the support from a now deceased Aunt s..
Fast Food Sunday

Fast Food Sunday

A Poem by James


Another fast food SundayUp at 7, no sleeping in,everyone gets a bath...hair parted,always to the right.Momma's got her best dress out,black, with whit..
Struggling with Religion

Struggling with Religion

A Poem by Daniel


For a while now I have had many opposing view points on the basis of a religion and this is just my way of letting it out and expressing my feelings.
Half Painted Exterior

Half Painted Exterior

A Poem by Ash


This poem is a sestina, in which the last words of the first 6 stanzas are repeated in a restricted pattern. In my case, I had chosen my six words ran..
Hope

Hope

A Poem by Orizielle


Just a boy and his dream of hope.
room/mate

room/mate

A Poem by Vria P Crow


"Oily splotches scatter on his face buried in the craters..."
Store Bought Eggs

Store Bought Eggs

A Poem by James


“Where’re you from?” That’s usually the first question I get when people first meet me. I guess I am a little bit differe..
Dustbins

Dustbins

A Poem by James


Third town in three years,and a job in the mill, cleaning dustbins at night.It’s minimum wage, but you get Labor Day off,and enough money left o..
The Man with Wooden Bones

The Man with Wooden Bones

A Story by MosesAtMidnight


Ben Thamian hated being caged, he hated the eyes now falling upon him.
In my city

In my city

A Poem by Orizielle


A poem about my city, Calcutta.