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The Road Not Taken

Spillwords·September 17, 2017

The Road Not Taken a poem by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And...

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As It Was In The Beginning

Spillwords·September 10, 2017

As It Was In The Beginning a poem by George Sterling The royal word goes forth, and...

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Les Pas

Spillwords·September 3, 2017

Les Pas a poem by Paul Valéry Tes pas, enfants de mon silence, Saintement, lentement placés, Vers...

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A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)

Spillwords·August 27, 2017

A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) a poem by John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy...

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Sonetto I

Spillwords·August 20, 2017

Sonetto I (Michelangelo) a poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti NON ha l’ ottimo artista alcun concetto che un...

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The Alchemist In The City

Spillwords·August 13, 2017

The Alchemist In The City a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves...

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Poema A La Noche

Spillwords·August 6, 2017

Poema A La Noche a Poem by (calderon De La Barca) Pedro Calderon de la Barca Esos...

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Alicante Lullaby

Spillwords·July 30, 2017

Alicante Lullaby a poem by Sylvia Plath In Alicante they bowl the barrels Bumblingly over the nubs of...

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Weather

Spillwords·July 23, 2017

Weather a poem by Ambrose Bierce Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,...

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Sadie And Maud

Spillwords·July 16, 2017

Sadie And Maud a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped...

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Be Drunk

Spillwords·July 9, 2017

Be Drunk a poem by Charles Baudelaire You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is...

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I Said To Love

Spillwords·July 2, 2017

I Said To Love a poem by Thomas Hardy I said to Love, “It is not now...

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The Fading Light of Day

Spillwords·June 25, 2017

The Fading Light of Day a poem by Tom Wolfe And the slant light steepened in the...

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Only A Dad

Spillwords·June 18, 2017

Only A Dad a poem by Edgar Albert Guest Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming...

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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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