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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Spillwords·February 23, 2020

And Death Shall Have No Dominion a poem by: Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion....

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A Clear Midnight

Spillwords·February 16, 2020

A Clear Midnight a poem by: Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight...

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Jabberwocky

Spillwords·February 9, 2020

Jabberwocky a poem by: Lewis Carroll ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in...

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An Almost Made Up Poem

Spillwords·February 2, 2020

An Almost Made Up Poem a poem by: Charles Bukowski I see you drinking at a fountain...

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The Lifeguard

Spillwords·January 26, 2020

The Lifeguard a poem by: James Dickey In a stable of boats I lie still, From all...

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Life

Spillwords·January 19, 2020

Life a poem by: George Herbert I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will...

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An Old Life

Spillwords·January 12, 2020

An Old Life a poem by: Donald Hall Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke...

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Those Winter Sundays

Spillwords·January 5, 2020

Those Winter Sundays a poem by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put...

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The Year

Spillwords·December 29, 2019

The Year a poem by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s...

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Ring Out, Wild Bells

Spillwords·December 22, 2019

Ring Out, Wild Bells a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild...

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The Darkling Thrush

Spillwords·December 15, 2019

The Darkling Thrush a poem by: Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was...

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Sailing to Byzantium

Spillwords·December 8, 2019

Sailing to Byzantium a poem by William Butler Yeats I That is no country for old men....

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Innocence

Spillwords·December 1, 2019

Innocence a poem by Patrick Kavanagh They laughed at one I loved – The triangular hill that...

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The Harvest Moon

Spillwords·November 24, 2019

The Harvest Moon a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes...

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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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