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Papercut

Henna Johansdotter·February 21, 2020

Papercut written by: Henna Johansdotter I cut my finger on the truth it bled and bled in...

Poetry English

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Unwrench

Kateri M. Walsh·July 8, 2019

Unwrench written by: Kateri M. Walsh @walshkateri My heart screams unwrench me from these wires around the...

Poetry English

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The Bleeding Heart

Khalid Belkhalfi·July 23, 2018

The Bleeding Heart written by: Khalid Belkhalfi Do you think you can heal this bleeding heart only...

Poetry English

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Love Bleeds

Joy4no1·July 23, 2017

Love Bleeds written by: Joy4no1 @JOY4NO1 I slipped in your blood today. The warm stickiness covered my...

English Poetry

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remembering you

PMMurphy·May 2, 2016

remembering you written by: PMMurphy @PMMurphyArtist lost in patterns of the mind, drifting; and dropping into a void...

English PMMurphy Heart Strings Poetry

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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