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That Firewoman

Michelle Ayon Navajas·May 4, 2023

That Firewoman written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas i wish i could be, that firewoman i saw, saving...

English Poetry

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Arbor Day

Eric Shelman·April 28, 2023

Arbor Day written by: Eric Shelman Educating and learning trees, advantages and importances Competitively planting trees, correctly...

English Poetry

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Scars of The Ages

Jenna Gee·April 22, 2023

Scars of The Ages written by: Jenna Gee @_SunshineArtist Mother Earth, weeps in endless sorrow Bearing the...

English Poetry

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So Near

Mark Wilson·October 18, 2022

So Near written by: Mark Wilson The time had come, I’d had enough I was feeling down...

Poetry English

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Mono No Aware

Debra Black·September 23, 2022

Mono No Aware: An Ode to a Bittersweet Moment of Fading Beauty and Impermanence written by: Debra Black...

Poetry English

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I Am Her

Dawn Minott·June 27, 2022

I Am Her written by: Dawn Minott @poetrybydeesign I didn’t know her Till she learned to love...

Poetry English

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Alkalizing Spirit

Scott Thomas Outlar·April 8, 2022

Alkalizing Spirit written by: Scott Thomas Outlar @17Numa Pineal gazing to quiet the mind and usher consciousness...

Poetry English

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Today

MiddleAgedNee·March 23, 2022

Today written by: MiddleAgedNee @AgedNee Today, The notes of the stream fall into me, The breeze with...

Poetry English

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Women’s Day

Dr. K. K. Mathew·March 8, 2022

Women’s Day written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The cream of life that asks for rights of...

Poetry English

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9 Energy Tips For The Home

Deepa Kansra·February 20, 2022

9 Energy Tips for the Home written by: Deepa Kansra Everything has energy, whether in the human...

Article English

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Sacred Space

Kate Blake·October 6, 2021

Sacred Space written by: Kate Blake contemplation is a way of life keeps self-pity from causing strife...

English Poetry

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Smolder Now and Forever

Jeff Flesch·October 5, 2021

Smolder Now and Forever written by: Jeff Flesch @FleschJeff gazing, and praising the reality you see, while...

Poetry English

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Behold The Dragons and The Damsels

Nishand Venugopal·July 1, 2021

Behold The Dragons and The Damsels… written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Time is racing against us, Some...

Poetry English

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As Am I

Aurora Kastanias·April 22, 2021

As Am I written by: Aurora Kastanias My dear fish chaos is taking over To quell earthly...

Poetry English

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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