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Pancake Day

Robyn MacKinnon·March 5, 2023

Pancake Day written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat hung some new curtains public service announcement Happy pancake day...

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Broadway

Spillwords·March 5, 2023

Broadway a poem by: Sara Teasdale This is the quiet hour; the theaters Have gathered in their...

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Spotlight On Writers – David Estringel

David Estringel·March 4, 2023

Spotlight On Writers David Estringel @The_Booky_Man Where, do you hail from? I am a lifelong Texan (USA),...

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A Field Full of Flowers…

Jeff Flesch·March 4, 2023

A Field Full of Flowers… written by: Jeff Flesch @FleschJeff a field full of flowers… dreams wake...

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Refusal

Satabdi Saha·March 4, 2023

Refusal written by: Satabdi Saha He stared at the drops pityingly Yet her soul scrambled Through nightmares...

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I Called Into The Night, and Got a Response

ReddPenn·March 4, 2023

I Called Into The Night, and Got a Response written by: ReddPenn @ReddPenn10 I called into the...

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Old Ways For Modern Days

Becca Lotus·March 4, 2023

Old Ways For Modern Days written by: Becca Lotus Simplicity Tradition Connection Respect Slow living Tranquility Old...

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I’m Alone at The Multiplex

John Grey·March 3, 2023

I’m Alone at The Multiplex written by: John Grey I’m sitting in an empty theater. Am I...

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Changing The Past

Dessy Tsvetkova·March 3, 2023

Changing The Past written by: Dessy Tsvetkova If only I knew I would plant two drops of...

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Where is Your Heart?

Jessa Erandio·March 3, 2023

Where is Your Heart? written by: Jessa Erandio @lines_verses When you couldn’t love me back, I kept...

English Poetry

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And The Story Continues…

Kala Ramesh·March 3, 2023

And The Story Continues… written by: Kala Ramesh @HaikuCrazee Words and more words spill out from every...

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Skin Scriptures

Rob Clark·March 2, 2023

Skin Scriptures written by: Rob Clark @HangryPoet197 1. Eyes: I happened upon her to behold an unimaginable...

Last

Bogpan·March 2, 2023

Last written by: Bogpan @panbog2 “Verde que te quiero verde.” – F. G. Lorca The tongue...

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Let Us Play Chess

Simona Prilogan·March 2, 2023

Let Us Play Chess written by: Simona Prilogan Let us play chess, Blue often says While gathering...

English Poetry

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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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