In *Dead Grandmas Are Universal*, poetry becomes a place where grief, queerness, mental health, womanhood, and survival can exist side by side. Spanning years of lived experiences, the collection grew from the poet’s grief after losing her grandmother and evolved into a deeply personal exploration of one enduring longing: to be loved without disappearing in the process. In this intimate interview, she reflects on how poetry has helped her process emotions, and document the p

"Historical research can tell me what happened. Literature allows me to imagine how it felt to be there." For Ukrainian writer, poet, and visual artist Tetiana Yatsechko-Blazhenko, creativity begins where facts end. Drawing from centuries of family history, archival discoveries, childhood memories, and the living spirit of Ukraine, her work inhabits the space between documentation and imagination. Whether through poetry, prose, painting, or photography, she seeks to preserve

Wingless Dreamer Host: For this edition of Wingless Dreamer’s Author Spotlight, we step into the imaginative world of Brett Salter, the mind behind The Talisman Series—a twelve-book fantasy adventure shaped by dragons, portals, friendship, courage, and a lifelong love for storytelling. From punk-rock lyrics and childhood fantasy adventures to building his own literary universe, Brett’s journey proves that sometimes all it takes to begin is a dare, a story waiting to be told,

What does it mean to transform raw human memory into undeniable literary fiction? For retired educator and widely published author Jon Gluckman, the craft of creative writing isn't merely about documenting facts—it is about capturing the emotional weight of living until it lands squarely in the reader’s gut. In his powerful coming-of-age story, Different Geometric Terms Children Should Learn, Gluckman channels decades of classroom observations and deep personal reflection to

Celebrating and honouring Christian J Farber, an author hailing from New Jersey who recently has published a poetry trilogy book titled Creaks From my Rails. A trilogy most suitable for grandchildre. Don't miss it!

Meet Hall of Fame writer Alex Andy Phuong—a literary voice shaped by cinema, culture, and the quiet magic of everyday life. From film criticism to poetry, discover the journey, inspirations, and storytelling philosophy behind a writer who turns ordinary moments into unforgettable literature.

Welcome to the Wingless Dreamer Publisher’s Hall of Fame wall— to honour the bards from our literary community who etched their marks on the Hall of Fame section of Wingless Dreamer through their outstanding performance of all the time, remarkable talent disposition, and think out of the box – innovating techniques in the realm of the subject English Literature.

Steve Gerson, Wingless Dreamer Hall of Fame Writer Hey ho, let’s go. Welcome to the Wingless Dreamer Publisher’s Hall of Fame wall — to honour the bards from our literary community who etched their marks on the Hall of Fame section of Wingless Dreamer through their outstanding performance, remarkable talent disposition, and thinking out of the box – innovating techniques in the realm of the subject English Literature. They have indeed left our editors awestruck with their exe

Keep writing. Sometimes it can feel as though nobody gets you, as though what you have to say doesn’t matter. Like nobody cares or wants to listen. And like there are so many much better writers out there, so what can you possibly add? After a while it can feel like an impossibility, a pipe dream, and you wonder why you keep trying. But keep writing. Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. A bunch of those supposedly much better writers feel the exact same way. They a

Picture yourself in New York City, just outside a prestigious jewellery shop like Tiffany & Co. Stepping through the door, you see glass cases filled with sparkling diamonds, glimmering under strong lighting. Now imagine you take a grey stone from your pocket, place it on the counter, and say you want to sell the stone for a million dollars. They would probably laugh at this absurdity. But what if that rough stone was actually a diamond? The diamonds in the display case did n

E very writer knows the power of editing. A manuscript is nullified—invalid, void, and useless—if it is not edited. The act of revisiting a manuscript, cutting unnecessary words, rearranging sentences, and refining ideas is essential and almost magical. Henceforth, what we need is not ChatGPT, Perplexity, or any other AI tool, but a living human being—someone who has read and felt a zillion books, who is as passionate as you are, who reads your story while exploring the hidde

I t’s midnight. Your alarm is set cruelly early. You promised yourself—very sincerely—that you’d gone to bed an hour ago. And yet, here you are. Trapped. Held hostage by the Next Episode Spiral . Your body is exhausted, your eyes burn, but your brain refuses to cooperate. It demands closure. You physically cannot shut your eyes until you reach the climax of your much-awaited show. Now pause for a second. Imagine if your book could do that. Imagine a reader missing their bus

Finishing your first draft feels like victory—but seasoned writers know it’s only the beginning. What lies before you isn’t yet a novel; it’s a fossil, rich with potential but buried under rough drafting. This is where professional editing services step in—not to erase your voice, but to excavate it. Editing transforms raw ideas into living stories, sharpening execution, pacing, and precision so your manuscript doesn’t just exist, but breathes, moves, and stays with the reade

M odern society experiences the holiday season as an extravagant display of bright lights, loud celebrations , and an ever-present sense of happiness through the use of LED lights and Christmas carols. We have taken the holiday season away from its roots and created a false sense of joy through our decoration of red and green with the idea of everlasting joy. Historically, before electric light was invented, when the nights of winter were dark and cold with fierce wind blowin

As the year draws to a close, unfinished drafts have a way of resurfacing—poems abandoned in phone notes, stories rejected and forgotten in folders, and ideas scribbled away with quiet hope. This blog is a gentle yet honest reminder that creativity doesn’t have to bleed into the new year unfinished. Through reflection, delegation, and the power of professional editorial support, it invites writers to finally close old chapters, polish meaningful work, and step into 2026 light

As the year draws to a close, unfinished drafts have a way of resurfacing—poems abandoned in phone notes, stories rejected and forgotten in folders, and ideas scribbled away with quiet hope. This blog is a gentle yet honest reminder that creativity doesn’t have to bleed into the new year unfinished. Through reflection, delegation, and the power of professional editorial support, it invites writers to finally close old chapters, polish meaningful work, and step into 2026 light

Every writer knows the quiet terror of opening that one Google Drive folder—the one overflowing with half-written poems, abandoned chapters, and characters still waiting in a café from April. These “unfinished drafts” feel like ghosts tapping our shoulders at the end of the year, whispering, “Remember me?” But what if they aren’t failures at all? What if they’re seeds—creative compost—slowly nourishing the stories you’ll write next year? This blog explores why unfinished draf

Poetry doesn’t only live in books—it slips into your everyday life when you’re not paying attention. It hides in spilled coffee, in noisy auto-rickshaws, in strangers holding elevator doors, and in the moments you once dismissed as ordinary. Somewhere between rushing through your day and remembering to breathe, life turns quietly poetic. And once you learn to notice it, you’ll realize poetry has been following you everywhere—waiting for you to look up.

Holiday dinners in fiction are more than a meal—they’re emotional battlegrounds where family facades crumble and characters reveal their rawest selves. From the explosive truth-telling of Violet Weston in August: Osage County to the fragile nostalgia haunting the Lambert family in The Corrections, and the eerie intrusion of Cousin Charles in We Have Always Lived in the Castle, literary dinners transform dining rooms into cage matches.

Some movies don’t just entertain us—they move in, rearrange our inner world, and quietly stay for years. This essay is a love letter to four films that became emotional landmarks: The Sound of Music, Interstellar, Little Women, and Dead Poets Society. They shaped who I became, each teaching a different lesson about joy, love, ambition, and living deeply. This isn’t a review; it’s a memory map of the films that stitched themselves into my life.