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Rachael Thorp·November 10, 2025

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Morning Salutations

written by: Rachael Thorp

Mornings they greet me
Sunrise covering feathered mass
Murmuring to me, an incantation of woe.

I paced facing east at seven fifteen.
A murmuration of inky feathers
Darkens the lighting of the sun
Harks back to the sombre cloud last night.

Cohesion of crows
Collected upon chimney pots
Cawing other corvids
Colluding in creative demands.

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Rachael Thorp

Rachael is a middle-aged book nerd holding a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing, and almost an MA in Environmental Humanities. The two merge to embrace her life in a small rural town in Wiltshire. An aspiring essayist and producer of thoughts, she displays a whimsical love for life and daydreaming, with slight nostalgic yearnings.

Jim Bartlett

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.

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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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