December 2017 By Amy Loureth Worster Dear Odd Family, If, like me, you grew up in a Christian household, it’s likely that you’re familiar with the concept of a nativity set. For those who aren’t: a nativity set usually comprises a miniature stable and a collection of figurines representing Biblical characters, all of which, when…
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Make the 1st Day Count
A Short Story By Gareth McLuckie The first day of teaching is always the best. You don’t know them and they don’t know you. This is the moment to set up the character you are going play the rest of the year. There are three main characters to choose from – the hard taskmaster…
ZEBRA
A Short Story By Anjali HIregange Dark circles, listlessness and a small knot in my stomach- the only symptoms I noted; or allowed myself to note. I knew it wasn’t a big deal; people had bigger problems to tackle on a daily basis. The bottom line however was- I couldn’t venture out of my comfy nest,…
If Life Were Half
A Poem By D.C. Buschmann If Life Were Half what you imagine I’d ride eagles’ wings see the firmament part hear angelic messages heralded to grounded mortals who salt the earth observe the righteous protect the young from fangs of wolves …
Odd Magazine: Interview with Tomoyasu Ikuta
An Interview By Amir Bagheri Tomoyasu Ikuta is a Japanese musician and drummer. With fifteen years of experience under his belt, Tomoyasu has had the honour to share his music with a diverse group of people throughout Japan and the U.S. His originality and unique skills have allowed him to play with multiple bands with…
Rush Hour Traffic
A Poem By Gareth McLuckie Rush hour traffic Turnstiles & Purple booths Visitors from another town Strange suits & Musky shoes Old fellows & Violins Breakbeat dancers & Calypso drummers French kissing under a bus shelter Bamboozled by the smell of it all She calls to say, “I love you”…
A Place Beyond The Pines
A Short Story By Dale Oram ‘Inhale’ ‘Exhale’ ‘Inhale’ ‘Exhale’ ‘Inhale’ Rooted to the Spot, Frozen in time, An air of melancholy surrounds him. A warm breeze softly flows passed his body and into the forest that welcomes all. Calmly his eyes open and he gazes to the place beyond the pines. A…
The Skin of Wolves
A Film By Shameelah Khan TUSHRIK FREDERICKS is originally from Johannesburg, South Africa. He graduated from the Peridance Capezio Center Certificate Program in New York City in 2015. He has had the opportunity to dance with Ate9 dANCEcOMPANY (Danielle Agami, Artistic Director) and has performed works by Milton Myers, Cindy Salgado & Charlotta Ofverholm. Tushrik…
Persian Poetry: Part II
Monthly Column By Mehdi Bagheri Bitter Wine and the Sweet Lips If it is for the sip of wine that the ruby of your lips looks red Why is it that your lips taste sweet but the wine is bitter If the houri`s seat is under the Toobaa’s shade How is it that houris seat…
GOOD MORNING, WINTER
A Poem By Anjali Hiregange Autumn came on summer’s hair It left its wisps, here and there Trailing white woods and browns Melted into plush blue sound Winter came, then winter came Softly drizzled itself everywhere On the heads of houses a silver sheen In the grooves of barks and the paths that snaked In the…