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Romantic, San Francisco Is

Waide Riddle·November 8, 2025

Romantic, San Francisco Is written by: Waide Riddle Midnight in San Francisco. The beauty of this night...

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Dust

Bonnie Currie·November 8, 2025

Dust written by: Bonnie Currie World grown old; past Open fingers, life’s promises sift. Aside, trust cast...

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Motes

Jacob Dunstan·November 8, 2025

Motes written by: Jacob Dunstan The wattle that spoke on the Saturday afternoon was not for the...

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Matches

Enviara·November 7, 2025

Matches written by: Enviara They die when I smell matches. It started when I was seven, at...

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Karina Longo·November 7, 2025

A Rose by Any Other Name written by: Karina Longo The sun leaked in flashes of orange...

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Hang On

Vaishnavi Pusapati·November 7, 2025

Hang On written by: Vaishnavi Pusapati Hang on, last apple pie. Hang on, last apple, on the...

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A Beacon Of Hope

Mario William Vitale·November 7, 2025

A Beacon Of Hope written by: Mario William Vitale Carry on my wayward signs Light, love &...

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Adrift

Marcy Wood·November 6, 2025

Adrift written by: Marcy S. Wood Adrift with broken mast and weathered bow. Once upon a time,...

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To Infinity And Preston

Andy Bates·November 6, 2025

To Infinity And Preston written by: Andy Bates Out of inky black silence, trouble flares Signalled by...

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And So Did I

Sapto Mitra·November 6, 2025

And So Did I written by: Sapto Mitra He said that we were bound, And so did...

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Monatsbericht

Bea Jav·November 6, 2025

Monatsbericht written by: Bea Jav I. Refusal I don’t call it bleeding. That would mean something is...

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My Home

Ratan Ghosh·November 6, 2025

My Home written by: Ratan Ghosh I feel A distinct scent waving in my breath like a...

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My Silent Goodbye

Dibyangana·November 5, 2025

My Silent Goodbye written by: Dibyangana Life is an endless road—twisting, turning, unraveling in ways I never...

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Damp River Wall

A.T.·November 5, 2025

Damp River Wall written by: A.T. My back rests against the damp river wall The river flows...

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Born in southern California, P.A. O'Neil experienced what might be considered culture shock when her family moved to a small town in Washington State. The year was 1970, and the community at the time was not culturally diverse. Proud of her Mexican and Irish heritage, or "Smoked Irish" according to her father, she learned what it meant to be simultaneously in the minority and the majority. P.A. O'Neil's stories have been featured in over sixty anthologies, journals, and magazines. She and her husband reside in Western Washington. Her books, Witness Testimony and Other Tales, as well as Sherlock Holmes's Two Sides of the Same Coin, and In For A Penny, are available on Amazon.

Dusty by Darryl B

I guess there’s a million reasons why I’m sitting on the porch of this cabin with a bottle in my lap. I took enough friggin pain pills to kill a horse, and things are beginning to get hazy around the edges.

I better get this out while I still can....
I was 16 when the Beatles were on Ed Sullivan, that was right after Kennedy got shot, and the whole damn country was crying. I remember I was down the street at Kenny Statler’s house because we were trying to start a band, and we wanted to be like them, plus I liked his sister Dusty, that was her nickname, she was 15. Their parents weren’t home, and we knew they kept their booze behind the records in the Hi-Fi, how stupid did they think we were? ...

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