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Poems by Amlanjyoti Goswami

 The Day asks How do we live? Rough As tree bark, weathered With no illusion.   The day has no wings, but it can fly, A clear sky with no worry. But sometimes, It gets dark early,   Hours pass like years And the years...

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Poems by Kirsty A. Niven

Pieta I have become utterly numb. My skin has hardened to cement, a statuesque shell of dissociation. Blood streaks my skin, and bruises blossom, but no pain can get in. This cocoon has petrified itself around me, solidifying...

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The Catatonic Angel By Mark Tulin

“Today’s topic is relationships,” I announced to the group of ten or so patients at the Bright Haven Psychiatric Center. They were either sleeping or talking among themselves. Very few had enough focus to be able to look at me...

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