On March 21st, members of the url community came together to discuss a short story "Allonsy!", written by Dhara Parekh from her short story collection "Take a Seat at the Cosmic Campfire." The discussion spanned across themes of feminism, loneliness and even cooking under the umbrella of the science fiction sub genre of time travel. Dhara's answers fascinated everyone and encouraged the audience to delve into more sci-fi sub genres within the literary landscape. The event was

Willing yourself into hard acceptance that it is not, and never will be again Believing into the reality even if it disagrees with your truth I stare into the days of emptiness hard willing myself into existence I am awoken by a faint whisper A goodbye at the door A night well spent, or maybe not I shroud the light drifting through my window with a curtain of black Waiting for a past night to return Until then, I am in a state of mourning --S

I was born in a home wrapped in flesh and blood nutrients oozing through its walls beating with the rhythm of my own heart I was brought up in a home with a hundred helping hands carrying me around in circles hugging and holding my tender body I lived in a home of dust and smoke soot layered in the walls and floor washed with water, oil and soap I left a home sunlight filtering through the ceiling creepers crawling across its walls with smells of wood and metal Homes grew aro

picture taken at the Museu de Historia Catalunya Winter is here feelings have faded, memories too fallen leaves are brushed aside to make way for the new Salt and snow melt the path healing open wounds i hibernate, bury myself in the dark to feel nothing, time or you Winter is here Freezing fingers, laboured breaths nobody to call and no one to trust standing here, unmoving, wherever the cold takes me i go with it too Let me be angry and violent all these years of understandi