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by Peter Bialobrzeski Dearest Viking Mom, How’s it going? I hope Oscar the Grouch stopped being mean to you and that you've settled...

I can picture it now—a Norwegian breakfast on a sunlit balcony, feasting on smoked trout and sheep on toasted biscuits all while sipping...

The Beatles in India The girls always included me in their parties, and it was during one of these gatherings, Ina's birthday, that I met...

Dear Rey, Has your mom mentioned she's been living in my mom's house for the past couple of god knows how many months already? I’m not...

Sox the cat i gotta bright long fluffy orange squiggle dangling on top of my bum bum hoomans call it a tail, i call it a happiness i used...

I wish we’ll continue to treat each other with kindness and gentleness, albeit sadly scarce in our childhood, for the remainder of our...

by Ayako Rokkaku Barking dog, meowing cat, echoes of sounds intertwined, a roaring tiger, a howling wolf, syncopated melodies in chaotic...

by Ayako Rokkaku She finally heard a song so sad, so splendid, And true, as all songs sung straight From her heartstrings, oh the...

by Ayako Rokkaku plums sweet plums so foreign to my tropical stomach plums sweet plums yet not so sweet as mangoes nor bananas plums...

A majority of people who find safety and security in their city tend to become complacent, stagnant, and uninteresting. Take...