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Love Is Exactly

Robyn MacKinnon·May 27, 2018

Love is Exactly found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the royal wedding Duke and duchess of...

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Don’t Call Me Honey

Robyn MacKinnon·May 20, 2018

Don’t Call Me Honey found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat don’t call me honey taking the...

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Back To Work I Go

Robyn MacKinnon·May 13, 2018

Back To Work I Go found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat tree sap off snowdrifts was...

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Burger #5

Robyn MacKinnon·May 6, 2018

Burger #5 found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat been in the haiku just to find the...

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Smallest Piece Of Cake

Robyn MacKinnon·April 8, 2018

Smallest Piece of Cake found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat smallest piece of cake ready for...

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Learner’s License

Robyn MacKinnon·April 1, 2018

Learner’s License found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat tires squealing I’ve had my learner’s license fuck...

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Of the Universe

Robyn MacKinnon·March 25, 2018

Of the Universe found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat you don’t just give up RIP Mr...

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Lived To Tell The Tale

Robyn MacKinnon·March 17, 2018

Lived to Tell the Tale found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat lived to tell the tale...

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Fit Under My Desk

Robyn MacKinnon·March 11, 2018

Fit Under My Desk found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat fit under my desk considering circus...

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Travelling Solo

Robyn MacKinnon·March 4, 2018

Travelling Solo found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat now my brain is like You never know...

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That’s A Bummer

Robyn MacKinnon·February 25, 2018

That’s a Bummer found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Today is the day my skipping rope...

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Romantic Weekend

Robyn MacKinnon·February 19, 2018

Romantic Weekend found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat romantic weekend searching for a floor-length gown you...

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Don’t Know What To Think

Robyn MacKinnon·February 18, 2018

Don’t Know What to Think found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat bird in my backyard! connected...

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Cold Medicine Induced Dreams

Robyn MacKinnon·February 4, 2018

Cold Medicine Induced Dreams found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat adapted to the Cold medicine induced...

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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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Ghost of a Christmas Past

The Bell

Robyn Finds Poetry

Love Is Exactly

Don’t Call Me Honey

Back To Work I Go

Burger #5

Smallest Piece Of Cake

Learner’s License

Of the Universe

Lived To Tell The Tale

Fit Under My Desk

Travelling Solo

That’s A Bummer

Romantic Weekend

Don’t Know What To Think

Cold Medicine Induced Dreams

The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

Broken Halo Blues

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Cieder Muld and the Boy

The Leaves of Diablo

Creatures of Habit

Ghost of a Christmas Past

Christmas Hymn

Sounds of the Season

Christmas Baking

The Great Christmas Eve Bakery Heist