Maxim Gorky referred to as a figurehead of socialist realism is noted for painting members of the fair sex with brighter hues. Right, it is hardly possible to get his works in which the...

“While kids, whenever we got money my siblings and I rushed to a nearby pastry to buy delicacies, among which Donut cake was our favorite. Often, we did not wait till we got back home. ...

Love isn’t By fair means Or foul Meeting one’s end, But it is

Although fate, Distance and time Cruelly put asunder You an indifferent girl And I self-conscious

After a hectic day in the Newsroom at Arat Kilo as usual I had to head to a nearby dilapidated old villa hotel by the riverside for quick ones. As a tension management, I use taking liq...

After a busy day in my office, while I was having tea sitting on the veranda of a cafeteria found in the heart of Kazan chis, I witnessed a girl, with a comely face, bending forward fro...

Sunday takes the salient segment of my weekly prayer calendar. When the story I’m going to relate to you took place I was heading to Saint Uriel church just downhill Kazan chis. A tall ...

Out of the blue, a cold sweat began coursing down Samson’s spinal cord when he caught the sight of a lady and a young girl presumably a mother and a daughter. They began approaching him...

I remember the day to the minute detail as if it were yesterday. It took place on the eve of Timket (Ethiopian Epiphany) in the setting from Kazan chis Meneharia to Sidist Kilo. Early i...

Absorbed in An anthology of Classic poems On a quiet night With wings of

A warm morning sun Flickering a ray of light Making my fogy Bachelor’s heart bright, A curtain raiser

(This article is adapted from the biography about Brigadier-General Legesse written by Major Eyob Abate in Amharic in connection with the hero’s 5th death anniversary /Edited by journal...

After lunch break when I opened my office door which was normally evacuated at that hour of the day, I saw Christina waist upward and face downward half asleep on her office table. Nudg...

Till today A desperate lad I’ve been pretending To love many a lass The tide of life