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Tanka After the Ottoman Poetic Tradition

Matthew Guertin·April 14, 2023

Tanka After the Ottoman Poetic Tradition written by: Matthew Guertin @GhostOwlMTG Like a swordsman’s blade, the beauty...

English Poetry

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Blacksmith’s Dilemma

Michael Zeller·December 7, 2022

Blacksmith’s Dilemma written by: Michael Zeller @Zell_man Blast of heat, and crash of steel Smith works wonders...

English Poetry

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Tired

Breanna Hobbs-Dunning·April 28, 2022

Tired written by: Breanna Hobbs-Dunning Late at night, I want to scream I want to cry And...

Poetry English

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It Weighs Like London

Russell Colclough·June 22, 2021

It Weighs Like London written by: Russell Colclough Coffee, not tea where is my china cup, walking...

Poetry English

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The Butcher

James Walmsley·October 25, 2020

The Butcher written by: James Walmsley The howl of wind and the fall of leaves, As darkness...

English Featured Post 13 Days of Halloween Poetry Halloween

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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 ...

Features

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Barney and His Angel

To Grandmother’s House

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Darryl B

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Spotlight On Writers – John Neff

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Grandchild

Psycho at The Northern Lights

My Mind’s Monsters

The Weight of a Shadow

Windmill Thoughts

Lost Love

blade

Tanka After the Ottoman Poetic Tradition

Blacksmith’s Dilemma

Tired

It Weighs Like London

The Butcher

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

Naughty Or Nice

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

Spotlight On Writers – Darryl B

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

The Waiting

Never Know

Grandchild

Lips Between Lips