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I Loved You…

Spillwords·March 25, 2018

I Loved You… a poem by Alexander Pushkin I loved you, and I probably still do,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Poor Ghost

Spillwords·March 18, 2018

The Poor Ghost a poem by Christina Rossetti “Oh whence do you come, my dear friend,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Tyger

Spillwords·March 11, 2018

The Tyger a poem by William Blake Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night;...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Spillwords·March 4, 2018

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers a poem by Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Desiderata

Spillwords·February 25, 2018

Desiderata a poem by Max Ehrmann Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Mending Wall

Spillwords·February 18, 2018

Mending Wall a poem by Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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How Did You Die?

Spillwords·February 4, 2018

How Did You Die? a poem by Edmund Vance Cooke Did you tackle that trouble that came...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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America

Spillwords·January 28, 2018

America written by: Allen Ginsberg America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Away Above A Harborful

Spillwords·January 21, 2018

Away Above A Harborful… written by: Lawrence Ferlinghetti Away above a harborful of caulkless houses among...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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The Bath

Spillwords·January 14, 2018

The Bath written by: Gary Snyder Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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1959

Spillwords·January 7, 2018

1959 written by: Gregory Corso Uncomprising year—I see no meaning to life. Though this abled self is...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Death Is Nothing At All

Spillwords·December 31, 2017

Death Is Nothing At All A Poem by Henry Scott Holland Death is nothing at all. It...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Night Before Christmas

Spillwords·December 24, 2017

The Night Before Christmas By Clement Clarke Moore T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the...

Literary Greats Poetry English Christmas

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At Christmas

Spillwords·December 24, 2017

At Christmas a poem by Edgar Albert Guest A man is at his finest towards the finish of...

English Literary Greats Poetry Christmas

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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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