The StoryBench

We are a community of people who share a love of the written word. We meet to read stories, poems, songs… around a decided theme. This blog is a repository for all that is shared in these meetings.



Meet 8: Animals

Yes, THAT was the theme. Animals. So, we had some contributions that were bang on target and some that had tenuous links to it and some were ..well... about  animals but not from the realm of literature. Here is what... Continue Reading →

The Ox

By the British author, H E Bates The Thurlows lived on a small hill. As though it were not high enough, the house was raised up, as on invisible stilts, with a wooden flight of steps to the front door.... Continue Reading →

Martina, the Beautiful Cockroach

A Cuban Folktale   Martina Josefina Catalina Cucaracha was a beautiful cockroach. She lived in a cozy street lamp in Old Havana with her big, lovable family. Now that Martina was 21 days old, she was ready to give her leg... Continue Reading →

How the Monkeys Saved the Fish

A Tanzanian Folktale The rainy season that year had been the strongest ever and the river had broken its banks. There were floods everywhere and the animals were all running up into the hills. The floods came so fast that... Continue Reading →

The Lion’s Share

A Nubian folk tale One day the lion, the wolf and the fox went out hunting together. They caught a wild ass, a gazelle and a hare. The lion spoke to the wolf, "Mr. Wolf, you may divide the venison... Continue Reading →

Goshti Gharakadil Me Vadta Gadya Re

By the famous Marathi poet Keshavsut (Krishnaji Keshav Damle)   Contributed by Chinmoy  

Ahi Nakool

Poem by the famous Marathi poet Kusumagraj (V. V. Shewalkar) from the collection Vishakha.   Contributed by Chinmoy

Pandhare Hatthi (White Elephants )

From the collection of poems ` Sandhyakaalchya Kavita'  by the Marathi prose writer and poet Manik Godghate , popularly known by his pen-name Grace. Contributed by Chinmoy

The Flight of Birds

By Meena Kandaswamy “a poem should be wordless as the flight of birds.” —Archibald Macleish, Ars Poetica. birds don’t sing in their flight for them flying is a muse they compose mid-air weave agnostic verse sneering haughtily at our absurdity... Continue Reading →

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