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Witches in The Night

Brittany Benko·October 28, 2023

Witches in The Night written by: Brittany Benko In the heart of the forest, under the moon...

English Halloween Poetry

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Halloween Magic

Cindy Georgakas·October 22, 2023

Halloween Magic written by: Cindy Georgakas Treats not tricks make everything sweet on Halloween Eve. Anything you...

English Poetry Halloween

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Inebriate of Air

Veronika Zora·June 3, 2023

Inebriate of Air written by: Veronika Zora a liquor never brewed from tankards of scooped pearl inebriate...

Poetry English

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Santa Loves His Silver Sleigh

Vickie Johnstone·December 17, 2022

Santa Loves His Silver Sleigh written by: Vickie Johnstone @vickiejohnstone Santa comes but once a year, his...

Christmas English Poetry

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Timed Timelessness

Afraaz Mulji·May 25, 2022

Timed Timelessness written by: Afraaz Mulji @AfraazMulji Timed timelessness, Frenzied inaction, Chased ideals, unrealistic ideas, Idealists brew...

Poetry English

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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 ...

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There Was an Old Witch

Hearth of St. Paddy’s Day

Christmas Tea

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Witches in The Night

Halloween Magic

Inebriate of Air

Santa Loves His Silver Sleigh

Timed Timelessness

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

AAEVEYN ULLOVTO’s Scrabbled Psyche

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

A Strange Place

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Success Despite Childhood Trauma

2AM Thoughts

A Silent Existence