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America’s life-force

Anne G·May 3, 2016

America’s life-force Commentary by Anne G May 3, 2016 – Update From the day I wrote this commentary to...

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And So It Went

Anne G·May 2, 2016

And So It Went written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth And so it went – a glance you...

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Bed with a View

Anne G·April 28, 2016

Bed with a View by Anne G A womanly woman of cascading locks. So soft and curvaceous...

Poetry Anne G English Words Of Seduction

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Ridicule

Anne G·April 25, 2016

Ridicule written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Scoffing scornful cruel and harsh mean derision ridicule The reason...

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Feminine Feline

Anne G·April 21, 2016

Feminine Feline by Anne G Female extraordinaire. Feminine feline of sensuous form. Womanly curves, wrapped loosely in...

Poetry Anne G English Words Of Seduction

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New York Values

Anne G·April 20, 2016

New York Values Commentary by Anne G Recently, much has been said about New York values. Although...

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The Sounds of Brooklyn

Anne G·April 17, 2016

The Sounds of Brooklyn The Last Days Written by Anne G My memories of Brooklyn are filled with...

My Brooklyn Poetry Anne G English

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A Play of 3

Anne G·April 11, 2016

A Play of 3 a poem by Anne G Step up to see a play of three...

Words Of Seduction Poetry Anne G English

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A Slippery Slope

Anne G·April 10, 2016

A Slippery Slope written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth A slippery slope, did I traverse. In search of...

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FILL

Anne G·April 5, 2016

FILL written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Foe or friend Ice or Fire Love or hate Life and...

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Folded Papers

Anne G·March 31, 2016

Folded Papers micro poetry by Anne G Blood drenched letters Tear soaked words Ink stained daggers Twisted...

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Snapshot

Anne G·March 29, 2016

Snapshot a poem by Anne G Converging or convex crystalline lens shutter or blink fraction of light...

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Crucified!

Anne G·March 26, 2016

Crucified! Written by Anne G Crucified! Nails to wood wrists and feet sweat and blood sorrow and...

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True

Anne G·March 26, 2016

True a poem by Anne G What’s true for you for me won’t do That which for me...

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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