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Rio, The River

Tamsen Grace·December 11, 2019

Rio, The River written by: Tamsen Grace You screamed for the first nine months of your life,...

English Poetry

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Night Witches

Robyn MacKinnon·November 24, 2019

Night Witches written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Young child looks up Magical and witchy friends Sisters of...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon English Poetry

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Goodbye Child, prose by Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni at Spillwords.com

Goobye Child

Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni·November 14, 2019

Goodbye Child written by: Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni Since my arrival, I’ve silently been here and there preparing my...

English Poetry

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Tornado Child

Elizabeth Barton·November 12, 2019

Tornado Child written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 Three turns are all it takes Before the Tornado Child awakes....

English Poetry

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I Just Want To Go Home

Kara Jackman·November 5, 2019

I Just Want To Go Home written by: Kara Jackman @KaraJ1979 Front clasp Metal on metal Zipped...

English Poetry

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Echoes

Gigi Balita·October 8, 2019

Echoes written by: Gigi Balita I never wanted to be a small matter But I was conceived....

English Poetry

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Razor String Mantra

Don Krieger·September 26, 2019

Razor String Mantra written and performed by: Don Krieger I journeyed to my master’s feet to gain...

Poetry English

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Where Are You Today?

Hema Ravi·September 16, 2019

Where Are You Today? written by: Hema Ravi The sky looks serenely bare- You’re constantly on the move...

English Poetry

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The Dancer

Barbara Avon·September 15, 2019

The Dancer written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon It was a night that belonged to the spirit world....

Literature English

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Child of Uranus

Andrea E. Lodge·August 26, 2019

Child of Uranus written by: Andrea E. Lodge Over a thousand shades of purple. Without a definition....

Poetry English

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Tadpole

Katy Santiff·July 17, 2019

Tadpole written by: Katy Santiff Tadpole, let me counsel you while you’re still sheltered in the womb, while...

English Poetry

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Natalia

Magdalena Podobińska·June 12, 2019

Natalia written by: Magdalena Podobińska One summer morning Still yawning She jumped out of bed Just like a...

Poetry English

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A Child

Miss Kanishka·June 3, 2019

A Child written by: Miss Kanishka I hanker to write I inked many of my opines But...

English Poetry

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On The Terrace

Janina Osewska·May 12, 2019

Poetry Polish English International

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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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