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I Mio Pensiero Su Halloween

Stefano Polo·October 26, 2021

I Mio Pensiero Su Halloween written by: Stefano Polo Halloween l’ ho vista sempre come una festa...

Halloween International Italian Poetry

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Sarai La Rivoluzione

Francesco Abate·September 19, 2021

Sarai La Rivoluzione written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Sentimenti omologati mi circondano, parole vuote mi rubano l’aria,...

International Italian Poetry

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Amarti

Stefano Polo·August 29, 2021

Amarti written by: Stefano Polo Amarti è come stare sulle nuvole sognare ed essere felici e adoranti…...

International Italian Poetry

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Lei, micropoetry written by Simone Solito at Spillwords.com

Lei

Simone Solito·July 21, 2021

Lei written by: Simone Solito E la guardavo con la tipica luce di quegli occhi miranti scie...

Poetry International Italian

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Bosnia, Travel Notes and Other Poems

Paolo Maria Rocco·July 4, 2021

Bosnia, Travel Notes and Other Poems written by: Paolo Maria Rocco - I prefer walking on the bank, quickly...

Poetry English International Italian

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Dichiarazione D’amore Universale

Francesco Abate·June 27, 2021

Dichiarazione D’amore Universale written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Qualunque neve calpesteremo sarà il morbido tappeto che conduce...

International Italian Poetry

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Mamma

Stefano Polo·June 21, 2021

Mamma written by: Stefano Polo Mamma insegnante di vita… Mi nutro del tuo amore ogni giorno come...

International Italian Poetry

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Ho Una Vita da Vivere

Francesco Abate·April 25, 2021

Ho Una Vita da Vivere written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Ho una vita da vivere: non ho...

International Italian Poetry

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Il Silenzio

Stefano Polo·April 14, 2021

Il Silenzio written by: Stefano Polo Il silenzio entra freddo in questa stanza come se fosse vuota,...

International Italian Poetry

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Corpi

Francesco Abate·February 28, 2021

Corpi written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Corpi. Nuvole d’uomo in un cielo liquido. Corpi. Pedoni caduti nella...

International Italian Poetry

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I Miei Sogni da Bambino

Stefano Polo·January 14, 2021

I Miei Sogni da Bambino written by: Stefano Polo I miei sogni da bambino. I miei sogni...

International Italian Poetry

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La Mano Crudele di Bia

Francesco Abate·January 3, 2021

La Mano Crudele di Bia written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Il fiore schiaccia la farfalla e la...

International Italian Poetry

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L’ essere Nulla

Stefano Polo·November 19, 2020

L’ essere Nulla written by: Stefano Polo Ti senti perso dentro quella buia stanza vedi solo un...

Poetry International Italian

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TO THE MALE CHAUVINIST

Izabella T. Kostka·November 1, 2020

International Italian Poetry Polish English

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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