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Recipe of Survival and Sustenance

Marzia Rahman·September 28, 2023

Recipe of Survival and Sustenance written by: Marzia Rahman @MarziaR57167805 Switch on your sunny face. Put red...

English Poetry

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Stand For Self

Nafisa Shabbir·August 23, 2022

Stand For Self written by: Nafisa Shabbir When someone’s really cruel And hurts you to the core...

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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Be You

Debbie Hewson·January 1, 2022

Be You written by: Debbie Hewson @debbiehewson3 Sink into the bath tub, like an ice cube in...

English Poetry

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Limits

Samuel Torontour·September 10, 2021

Limits written by: Samuel Torontour The sky has no limits I will take my example from the...

Poetry English

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Keep…

Aisha Saidi Kingu·August 25, 2021

Keep… written by: Aisha Saidi Kingu @KinguAisha Keep moving, Keep fighting, Keep working hard, Keep doing your...

English Poetry

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Influence

Mahesh Hampiholi·August 15, 2021

Influence written by: Mahesh Hampiholi @HampiholiN What is influencing? Is it some kind of magic or hypnotism?...

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Cutting Remarks

Swati Moheet Agrawal·April 9, 2021

Cutting Remarks written by: Swati Moheet Agrawal @MoheetSwati Can’t write, can’t create, she murmured melancholically, monotonously. Those...

Poetry English

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You Are Enough

Jess Greenwood·February 8, 2021

You Are Enough written by: Jess Greenwood When something starts to happen And the things of life...

Poetry English

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Electric Shock at Sunset

Julia R. DeStefano·November 8, 2020

Electric Shock at Sunset written by: Julia R. DeStefano @J_DeStefano I was sitting in his chair Friday...

Poetry English

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Demons of The Night

Rayna More·June 1, 2020

Demons of The Night written by: Rayna More I watch him close, I’m standing still, I see...

Poetry English

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Flap! Flap!! Flap!!!

Abunic Sherif II·March 26, 2020

Flap! Flap!! Flap!!! (The Stubborn Bird) written by: Abunic Sherif II Dried eyes dared to roam rainy...

English Poetry

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Me And I

Tinashe Muza·March 29, 2018

Me and I written by: Tinashe Muza Am I I? Is this me? Who else would it...

English Poetry

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YOU ARE WORTHY

Poli Miltou·March 16, 2018

YOU ARE WORTHY written by: Poli Miltou @PoliMiltou My soul, it was just a memory! The water,...

English Poetry

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MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

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Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

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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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