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Just One Nation

Maria Dulce Leitao Reis·August 21, 2025

Just One Nation written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis I dream of the day when I am...

Poetry English

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Mirror Mirror

Dickson Shreffler·August 7, 2025

Mirror Mirror written by: Dickson Shreffler I look into the mirror and I don’t see me just...

English Poetry

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My Old Eyes

Stark Hunter·August 2, 2025

My Old Eyes written by: Stark Hunter my old eyes look down to the floor these are...

Poetry English

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Becoming a Couplet

Catherine Arra·August 1, 2025

Becoming a Couplet written by: Catherine Arra - My second ten-year marriage was finally dead after an additional ten years of on-again-off...

English Literature

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South West

Red Tussock·July 16, 2025

South West written by: Red Tussock It comes to this in these sunclad hours, When sitting in...

English Poetry

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21 Again

Debbie Tunstall·July 16, 2025

21 Again written by: Debbie Tunstall My waist dips in like a cratered zit, starved from 21st...

Poetry English

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Yellowstone Geyser

Ken Tomaro·July 15, 2025

Yellowstone Geyser written by: Ken Tomaro Sometimes it takes upwards of 53 years to notice a crop...

English Poetry

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Crummy Baby

Emee Ring·July 12, 2025

Crummy Baby written by: Emee Ring - My son was born old and cantankerous. I suppose there are babies with similar...

English Literature

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The Push Button Phone

Anahit Arustamyan·July 5, 2025

The Push Button Phone written by: Anahit Arustamyan A push button phone rang in the corner. I...

Poetry English

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The Pages of My Life

Jenny Morelli·June 30, 2025

The Pages of My Life written by: Jenny Morelli When I am old and gray and full...

English Poetry

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The Hour

Genevieve S. Aguinaldo·June 25, 2025

The Hour written by: Genevieve S. Aguinaldo Every night when you sleep I hide in your arms...

Poetry English

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Half a Life

Ariti Jankie·June 19, 2025

Half a Life written by: Ariti Jankie Too late or not too late to stop living half...

English Poetry

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And Now That I Have Filled My Glass

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·June 11, 2025

And Now That I Have Filled My Glass written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera And now that I...

Poetry English

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At the Snake Year Festival

Jackie Chou·June 9, 2025

At the Snake Year Festival written by: Jackie Chou I have nothing nothing that you’d like no...

Poetry 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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