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Bitterness

SR Inciardi·July 31, 2025

Bitterness written by: SR Inciardi It was always for the smile I grieved most for all of...

Poetry English

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If You Could Hear Me

Phoebe Moretti·July 21, 2025

If You Could Hear Me written by: Phoebe Moretti I miss you, in ways that words can’t...

Poetry English

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Goodnight Jan

Jamie B·July 5, 2025

Goodnight Jan written by: Jamie B In the quiet corners of our laughter, I watch your light...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Father Out

Steve Green·June 20, 2025

Father Out written by: Steve Green Daddy dear never here road trip mercenary parenting in absentia just...

Poetry English

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The Art of Peeling an Egg

Lisa H. Owens·June 15, 2025

The Art of Peeling an Egg written by: Lisa H. Owens - I make hard boiled eggs with bacon and honey-butter biscuits for the family breakfast...

English Literature

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Dear Father

Michelle Ayon Navajas·June 15, 2025

Dear Father written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas Dear Father, Every day, I find myself pondering about you,...

Poetry English

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Traversing Time

Anthony John Ward·June 5, 2025

Traversing Time written by: Anthony John Ward You arrived in the world with far to go, When...

Poetry English

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My Heaven for You

Anna Christeena·June 5, 2025

My Heaven for You written by: Anna Christeena I’ve made a heaven for you in my mind....

Poetry English

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Your Name Still Lives in My Throat

Lex·May 29, 2025

Your Name Still Lives in My Throat written by: Lex The rain stitched silence into the cracks...

English Poetry

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Wanderings Through Unwritten Thoughts

Nizar F. Hermes·May 28, 2025

Wanderings Through Unwritten Thoughts written by: Nizar F. Hermes Now I wander through unwritten thoughts, heavy with...

Poetry English

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Yearning for Love

Brittany Benko·May 23, 2025

Yearning for Love written by: Brittany Benko I walk through the silence of empty rooms, fingertips tracing...

English Poetry

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Home Can Be People, Too

Victor Unachukwu·May 23, 2025

Home Can Be People, Too written by: Victor Unachukwu For my mentor At High-Test Road, at...

English Poetry

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Presence [Not Found]

Tristan·May 6, 2025

Presence [Not Found] written by: Tristan Tormented by memories of my own design, I’m trying, digging, searching...

Poetry English

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The Last Melody

TheHumanAnvil·April 23, 2025

The Last Melody written by: TheHumanAnvil Hold me And let go Of the world Like a child’s...

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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