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Surreal

Barbara Deraoui·March 5, 2020

Surreal written by: Barbara Deraoui @brmaxwell Sometimes I feel like my life is surreal That it’s not real...

English Poetry

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Life Passed Him By

Paddy Mullen·February 25, 2020

Life passed him by written by: Paddy Mullen He sits, staring into the dusky haze of the...

Poetry English

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Hurry Back: For Agnes

Mary Ellen Gambutti·February 18, 2020

Hurry Back: For Agnes written by: Mary Ellen Gambutti @melcmg I position my mother’s wheelchair against the...

Literature English

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Fast Forward

Patrick Doran·February 15, 2020

Fast Forward written by: Patrick Doran Looking at old home movies recorded on tape, everyone is looking...

Poetry English

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All Souls Day

FM Tate·February 8, 2020

All Souls Day written by: FM Tate The front door closes behind you. Uniform creased to perfection....

Poetry English

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If I Had A Field

Lee Dunn·January 23, 2020

If I Had A Field written by: Lee Dunn @66human If I had a field, I would not...

In The Twilight

Robin McNamara·January 20, 2020

In The Twilight written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 You come here Maddened by the sands of time...

Poetry English

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Growing Old

Judge Burdon·December 29, 2019

Growing Old written by: Judge Burdon I’m sitting here thinking about my folks. It feels like years...

Silver Baubles

Lynn White·December 16, 2019

Silver Baubles written by: Lynn White The little girl loved the glass baubles loved their shiny surfaces that...

Poetry Christmas English

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Lost Forever

Sujata Dash·December 9, 2019

Lost Forever written by: Sujata Dash Somewhere far away the dawn of today the morning and the...

Poetry English

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Sailing to Byzantium

Spillwords·December 8, 2019

Sailing to Byzantium a poem by William Butler Yeats I That is no country for old men....

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Small Things Changed

Anshika Sharma·December 3, 2019

Small Things Changed written by: Anshika Sharma Bare bricks sneak From the cracks on the wall, The...

Poetry English

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The Dog She Was

JPK·November 12, 2019

The Dog She Was written by: JPK She’s not the dog she was ten years ago, When...

Poetry English

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False Hope

Andrée J. Khoury·November 2, 2019

False Hope written by: Andrée J. Khoury “Mrs. Jones,” the young lady in white robe smiled at her...

Literature English

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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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