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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...

English Poetry

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I Have Loved Flowers That Fade

Spillwords·February 7, 2021

I Have Loved Flowers That Fade a poem by Robert Bridges I have loved flowers that fade,...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Covid Spring

Denise D'Souza·February 3, 2021

Covid Spring written by: Denise D’Souza The world slowly wakes from lonely hibernation; Takes fresh breaths of...

Poetry English

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Last Words

Lisa Reynolds·January 13, 2021

Last Words written by: Lisa Reynolds Before she left he told her he couldn’t forget what she’d...

English Poetry

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Shortness of Breath

Kenneth Vincent Walker·January 1, 2021

Shortness of Breath written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker Shortness of breath amidst This horrendous pandemic, Is it...

English Poetry

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The Singing Bones

Meg Smith·December 7, 2020

The Singing Bones written by: Meg Smith @MegSmith_Writer We come to dig, we come to read the...

Poetry Haunted Holidays English

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A Date With Fate

LB Sedlacek·December 3, 2020

A Date With Fate written by: LB Sedlacek @lbsedlacek It is nearly a quarter past three when...

English Poetry Haunted Holidays

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Constriction

Kelli J Gavin·November 30, 2020

Constriction written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin It hurts more every day The tightness The grasp The...

English Poetry

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Beloved

Elke Margaretta·November 18, 2020

Beloved written by: Elke Margaretta I am a funeral possession of one. My clothes are black, my...

Literature English

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Daily Blooming

Michela Zanarella·November 16, 2020

Daily Blooming written by: Michela Zanarella @michelazanar I repeat to myself that life is a daily blooming...

Poetry English

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Quilted Quarrels

Asceticquill·November 10, 2020

Quilted Quarrels written by: Asceticquill I step through your gilded glow flowing like a rainbow bleeding from...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Seduction

David Russell·November 4, 2020

Seduction written by: David Russell He, muscles taut, off springboard thrust Resilient in buoyancy, Slow sweep to...

English Poetry

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A Song of Soft Syllables

Jenny Thomas·October 6, 2020

A Song of Soft Syllables written by: Jenny Thomas @authorjcthomas A song of soft syllables echoes in...

English Poetry

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Philly

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·September 11, 2020

Philly written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 Philly with her hands Around my neck I see the...

Poetry English

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I was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. At fifteen I left school without the skills or maturity to appreciate the wider world. At nineteen I packed a bag and wandered through Europe and North Africa, learning from the road. At twenty‑five I earned the qualifications for university, eventually becoming a high school teacher and later an education manager. Now I live with my amazing wife on an island north of Seattle. After retiring and with encouragement from Spillwords and the Clever Park Writers Group, I traded reports for storytelling. And that's where the fiction began...

Cast Off by Niall Crowley

The two computer screens tighten their grip. Tom pivots between them, tracking one while he works on the other. Careful discipline from early morning to close of business. Number crunching, he would have termed it before. Now it’s data management and verification, his task to model and tabulate clients’ financial situations and options. Bookkeeping, he would admit to, in more candid moments. He’s tethered firmly to the task, though, and has been since he started here, nearly two years now. Bound in the rigour the work requires, as if life itself depends on it. Top floor, dormer window ...

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