Amazing Bus
written by: Walerian Domaski
On Friday, from the headquarters of my company located in the city of Wroclaw, came the news that on Monday I...
Crewel
written by: Jemimah Wren
I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put it and my purse into the trunk. Carrying just a clipboard, pen and my...
Choreography
written by: William Masters
As soon as Albert Andrew Fischer’s wife died of cervical cancer, after a final, twenty-two-day hospitalizat...
Fred and Alice
written by: Denise D'Souza
Arriving at the coffee shop, I look around for him as I usually did; the old man, one half of the couple t...
Belong
written by: Jessalyn Johnson
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The ability to sleep in a cabin is a powerful strength. When I saw one bug, I started to see two mor...
Ladybirds On The Beach
written by: Michal Reibenbach
Upon arriving in Israel, together with your mother, father, two younger brothers and a maiden a...
Father's Day
written by: Michael Natt
I grew up in New York City as the oldest of three siblings: there was me, my brother Bruce, and my sister Esth...
Bitter/Sweet Revelation
written by: Bruce Rowe
I haven’t written you a poem for some time now. I hope you don’t think that means I love you less or ...
Lay-Wade
written by: Dawn DeBraal
Margene was a people watcher. Sitting in the airport waiting room in Washington D.C., she observed several women d...
