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Teatro Rodante, a poem by José A Gómez at Spillwords.com

Would You?

Volodymyr Tymchuk·January 10, 2023

Would You? written by: Volodymyr Tymchuk translated by: Kalpna Singh-Chitnis - I'm distant, where the sun rises, and you look at the sunset. Between us...

Poetry English International

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Pan-ic, Pan-demic, Pan-global, Pan-Hermetic

Bipolar Universe of Duality·January 10, 2023

Pan-ic, Pan-demic, Pan-global, Pan-Hermetic written by: Bipolar Universe of Duality Past conjurers gave chase to sciency magic...

English Poetry

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In Mumbai

Nazim ZarSinner·January 10, 2023

In Mumbai written by: Nazim ZarSinner Life was fine – when was with me that teenage girl...

Poetry English

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Word Maturity

Kenneth Vincent Walker·January 9, 2023

Word Maturity written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker As words filled with Helium tend to rise Toward the...

English Poetry

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Edge of Night

Kelli J Gavin·January 9, 2023

Edge of Night written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin Just when I think sleep will be obtained...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Pockets of Life

Saeed Haq·January 9, 2023

Pockets of Life written by: Saeed Haq Another daybreak, breaks the sleep, adventure, anonymity of night, slowly...

Poetry English

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Sins of The Holy

Luiz Syphre·January 9, 2023

Sins of The Holy written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre love above six feet below in mourning doves...

Poetry English

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Almost Native

Joseph L.M. Sturm·January 8, 2023

Almost Native written by: Joseph L.M. Sturm @jlmsturm I drive on these streets passing on the corner...

Poetry English

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Taking Down The Christmas Tree

Linda Marie Hilton·January 8, 2023

Taking Down The Christmas Tree written by: Linda Marie Hilton In mine eyes the prettiest sight Is...

Poetry English

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Infanzie Rubate

Francesco Abate·January 8, 2023

Infanzie Rubate written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Hai già imparato che le braccia tese non sempre sono...

International Italian Poetry

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The Architect

Spillwords·January 8, 2023

The Architect written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the architect has Medically cleared to go hope I will...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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Bereft

Spillwords·January 8, 2023

Bereft a poem by: Robert Frost Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Days of Red and Gold

David Estringel·January 7, 2023

Days of Red and Gold written by: David Estringel @The_Booky_Man Sittin’ at the kitchen table— cup of...

Mum

Simon Drake·January 7, 2023

Mum written by: Simon Drake From here in heaven I see you The woman that you have...

English Poetry

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I was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. At fifteen I left school without the skills or maturity to appreciate the wider world. At nineteen I packed a bag and wandered through Europe and North Africa, learning from the road. At twenty‑five I earned the qualifications for university, eventually becoming a high school teacher and later an education manager. Now I live with my amazing wife on an island north of Seattle. After retiring and with encouragement from Spillwords and the Clever Park Writers Group, I traded reports for storytelling. And that's where the fiction began...

Cast Off by Niall Crowley

The two computer screens tighten their grip. Tom pivots between them, tracking one while he works on the other. Careful discipline from early morning to close of business. Number crunching, he would have termed it before. Now it’s data management and verification, his task to model and tabulate clients’ financial situations and options. Bookkeeping, he would admit to, in more candid moments. He’s tethered firmly to the task, though, and has been since he started here, nearly two years now. Bound in the rigour the work requires, as if life itself depends on it. Top floor, dormer window ...

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