My father was born in 1937 and learned a variation of this poem as a boy. He taught it to me. I come before you to stand behind you and speak to you about something of which I know nothing about. One bright morning in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back, they f...

Back when I was in school, I remember one of my English teachers telling us about a book she was about to read written from the perspective of both the killer and the killer's victim. Each chapter flipped between the 2, and I think the victim was female and homeless, but this may be wrong. It wa...

I am fan of no dress code. I mean clothes are for hiding and protecting body. I hate the social norms about this. I express the respect by behavior, not by clothing. Can you recommend me some book about this?