When Alex fell in love with Sandra.

Sherin Mani's avatarThe other side of the moon.

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This is a story of young guy named Alex. And his lady love Sandra.
He fell in love with her. She was a wonder woman, the kind that could make a guy fall in love at first sight. She was a beauty of sorts, the kind of woman, who had a way of making a target out of a guy, and leaving him half dead, and later disappearing into thin air. The perfect phrase would be “A black widow spider”. Alex was new in Bangalore a city in the state of Karnataka, in south of India. He was a new guy in Bangalore. A sixteen-year old, just arrived from Bombay to the city to finish his second year of pre-university in science. He finally flunked in the second year, in all subjects leaving Hindi and English. He was hell bent and determined to finish the second-year course.
Alex decided to…

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FEEDBACK FILM FESTIVAL Thursday – May 3, 2018. 7pm.

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The FEEDBACK Monthly Film Festival coming to Los Angeles.. Our LA home is Regal L.A. LIVE Cinemas, located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles (beside the Staples Center) at 1000 W Olympic Blvd.. The event runs from 7pm to 9:10pm.Showcasing the best of short films from around the world, while maintaining our audience feedback format moderated by Shepsut Wilson.

Tickets are FREE or PAY WHAT YOU LIKE. Reserve your tickets online.

If you like to obtain seats in advance and pick them up on the day of the event (come for FREE, or make a donation), please email us at latickets@wildsoundfestival.com  and we’ll reserve seats for you.


1st ACT PROGRAM – COMEDY & ANIMATION


NAMCAR NIGHT RACE, 17min., USA, Comedy/Mockumentary
Directed by Lance Khazei

NAMCAR Night Race is a comedy depicting a league of adults who compete in an after hours, model…

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Read Poem: Poetry of Mind, by Joy Genauer

Little glitters of sunshine

Little trickles of rain

Resonate in my thoughts

Like flashes of light

Tremble like joy

Breathe with fear

Words spoken

Like splinters of glass

Or feathers that lift

High above the earth

In a blink they emerge

Asking for essence

Asking for clarity

Making themselves known

Read Poem: My Word, by Pamela L.Compton “Poet Pam”

Come forth and slap me with your sharpened tongue and I shall take a blade and cut the serpent off.
For I speak within my soul,
something you degenerates would never know.
For the world I live in is mine and mine alone.
There is nothing here for you but the sticks and stones.
Mock my words and play thy games;
One thing for sure you will remember my name

Read Poem: The Ruins, by William P. Robertson

The ruins were overgrown
with brambles & briars.
Crumbled walls cast shadows
in the moonlit gloom
& toadstools crunched underfoot.
Cold drafts seeped from
subterranean vaults.
Ghostly lovers embraced
like tangled roses.

–William P. Robertson

Read Poem Dr Mike Gibson PhD. by Cleveland W. Gibson

Please, don’t let the flowers
on my grave wither and die,
because if you do, I know
Mum and Dad will surely cry.

All Saints church stands tall, dignified,
not far from the grave where I lie,
A church filled with soulful people,
but ‘miss you, Mike,’ I hear you sigh.

In mellow eventide or chapel,
I hear the sharp bells ring out.
Once Dad took me into the belfry,
I loved the thrill without a doubt.

But there is a wind so cold,
as it blows across my chest.
I thank God for singing birds;
happy songs I love the best.

I’ll sing a song of sunshine,
my, I love the many seas so blue,
playing on the golden beaches
of the Med, Greece and Malta too.

My life has never ever been easy,
about DMD, there’s much to say.
But I’ve always done my best,
to smile, to pray up to my last day.

I loved to play War Games 40K,
in the pub and far into the night,
friends around the table, such fun,
it’s normal and, to me, so very right.

I studied hard to go to Uni,
and was proud of my PhD,
Oh, what new doors opened!
R & D on ‘Big Guns’ if you please.

My thesis built on solid Autofrettage,
it drove the Prof Z. wild with delight.
Then I went to work, kept on thinking,
on gun problems, hours into the night.

Many thanks, Vicki. Also Tom and Charlie.
Me: the boy who couldn’t even walk,
but I rode Charlie in fields of daisies,
led by Vicki, who smiled at all my talk.

There are friends I miss, to challenge,
to prove we can be the Queen’s Best,
so bend your back and work hard, lads.
I did. Can you? Be a cut above the rest

Read Poem: Morning Memories, by Akansha Bhatt

The Radio goes boom incessantly,

Reminding me that it’s Monday again,

Not caring for my swollen eyes,

The sunshine hits my face,

As I go about and do my chores,

I put on my clothes and as I walk to the door,

I see in the corner the dress I wore,

I pick it up and take a sniff,

It still smells like you, I think,

One night ago when I was with you,

Entwined together, I felt things,

Your lips touched me like a storm of love,

Like it was the rain in the desert,

It had a power I have never felt before,

Like Ecstasy, inside my bones,

Your hands were all I wanted,

I wanted you to do things to be, I dreamt of and then some more,

Caress me with the lust you had in your eyes,

You kissed every part of me, the broken and the mended,

You touched me in places I have never been touched,

As if you took me places I have never visited,

I always knew I was a rebel,

Funny how you are still on my mind,

Even though you said we aren’t meant to be,

I still crave for those hands, those little shock of pleasure.

Days go by, and it’s yet another Monday morning,

Blaring at its top the radio goes up,

You are still on my mind and why is that I don’t know,

I want to see you again and ask, do you remember it,

Where you mourning all this day for my touch like I did,

Do you remember if it was lust or we made love?

I guess I won’t know until you let me know,

So I can stop this mourning to the radio for that touch.


Genre – Love, Relationship, Erotica, sad and romantic

Read Poem: The Brave Little Soldier, by Andrea Hicks

The brave little soldier looked fear in the eye,
He said, ‘I am a soldier, I never say ‘die’.’
He threw back his shoulders and stuck out his chin,
He gathered his thoughts; determined to win.
His eyes, they focussed; the enemy did quake.
‘Come on,’ he cried, ‘my courage won’t shake.’
He lifted his sword, one of paper made,
And forward he ran, not one moment afraid.
Before those sweet eyes the enemy fled,
So the brave little soldier went gladly to bed,
A soldier of courage in our hearts will live,
The bravest of soldiers gave all he could give.

Read Poem: SUMMER SHOES, by Declan Molloy

Certainties like this

fields filled with dreams

lips of remembered smiles

stepping on dry stone

footfall quiet heel to toe

we, moving on the lane

kicking stones,

a moment to disturb

the verge as we go,

Touching your hair

while leather shoes

bend and sing

A faint murmur beneath,

beach trees

a silence to tired feet

and a world of crows above

A place to think,

where dreams are

brown parcels

tied with old string,

And here before open country

under a summer sun

summer shoes

kiss the hot road

as if reluctant lovers

while curious cattle

watch us pass