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Last Lines

Spillwords·August 18, 2019

Last Lines a poem by Emily Bronte NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s...

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The Death Bed

Spillwords·August 11, 2019

The Death Bed a poem by Thomas Hood We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing...

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Confessions

Spillwords·August 4, 2019

Confessions a poem by Robert Browning What is he buzzing in my ears? ‘Now that I come...

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Poppies On Ludlow Castle

Spillwords·July 28, 2019

Poppies On Ludlow Castle written by: Willa Cather THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished...

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Oh Could I Raise the Darken’d Veil

Spillwords·July 21, 2019

Oh Could I Raise the Darken’d Veil written by: Nathaniel Hawthorne Oh could I raise the darken’d...

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Kubla Khan

Spillwords·July 14, 2019

Kubla Khan a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In...

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Bear In There

Spillwords·July 7, 2019

Bear In There a poem by Shel Silverstein There’s a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire– He likes...

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I Hear America Singing

Spillwords·July 4, 2019

I Hear America Singing written by: Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,...

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Love Is Enough

Spillwords·June 30, 2019

Love Is Enough a poem by William Morris Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And...

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Love and a Question

Spillwords·June 23, 2019

Love and a Question a poem by Robert Frost A stranger came to the door at eve,...

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To Her Father with Some Verses

Spillwords·June 16, 2019

To Her Father with Some Verses a poem by Anne Bradstreet Most truly honoured, and as truly...

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Nothing Will Die

Spillwords·June 9, 2019

Nothing Will Die a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson When will the stream be aweary of flowing...

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Boston

Spillwords·June 2, 2019

Boston a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson The rocky nook with hill-tops three Looked eastward from the...

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Into The Breach

Spillwords·May 26, 2019

Into The Breach a poem by José de Diego O wretched man in pain who falls and...

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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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