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The Waiting, a poem by Carrie Farrar at Spillwords.com

Winter Spirits

Alan Hardy·December 1, 2025

Winter Spirits written by: Alan Hardy In the darkened street below filled with snow lamps cast a...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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I Await

Ernest Federspiel·December 1, 2025

I Await written by: Ernest Federspiel As I sit on this beach in the Caribbean sunshine I...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Winter’s Appalling Curse

Franci Eugenia Hoffman·December 1, 2025

Winter’s Appalling Curse written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman a haunting sigh Ho ho forgotten winter’s chill stilled...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Breakfast on the Beach

Mark Woodward·November 30, 2025

Breakfast on the Beach written by: Mark Woodward A Psalm for the Mad, the Marvellous, the Mostly...

November Dreary

Savannah E·November 30, 2025

November Dreary written by: Savannah E November 30th comes like a shadow, quiet and certain. Twenty-four days...

English Poetry

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How Do You Miss Someone?

Jasmin Labatete·November 30, 2025

How do you miss someone? written by: Jasmin Labatete How do you miss someone? Do you miss...

English Poetry

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The Rare Nights

Robyn MacKinnon·November 30, 2025

The Rare Nights written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat to glow in the dark in this Christian tradition...

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Snowdrops

Spillwords·November 30, 2025

Snowdrops a poem by: Kenneth Slessor The Snowdrop Girl in fields of snowdrops walks, Whiter than foam,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Maliya Denise Wilmore·November 29, 2025

Spotlight On Writers Maliya Denise Wilmore Where do you originate from? Hi, my name is Maliya Denise...

Authors Poetry English Q&A

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A Familiar Feeling

Win Clay·November 29, 2025

A Familiar Feeling written by: Win Clay The burn is a familiar feeling. Like when I was...

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Trap

Shinsaku Ashida·November 29, 2025

Trap written by: Shinsaku Ashida I grew up being told that traps are set all over the...

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Habit

Jackie Figueroa·November 29, 2025

Habit written by: Jackie Figueroa One day One month One year later – You still linger in...

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Alive

River Joy·November 29, 2025

Alive written by: River Joy once when i was very young i found the word gay get...

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I Don’t Want Their Civil War

John Neff·November 28, 2025

I Don’t Want Their Civil War written by: John Neff Most people just want to shake a...

Poetry English

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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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