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Sorry, My Daughter…

Nishand Venugopal·August 13, 2018

Sorry, My Daughter… written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Sorry, my daughter, it’s a bad world out there,...

English Poetry

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The Commission

David Wagoner·July 27, 2018

The Commission written by: David Wagoner Hands dragging me from my bed. Servants shouting, Come! A silent man...

English Poetry

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A SMALL CHILD

Satis Shroff·June 19, 2018

German English International Poetry

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Shunned

Antony King·June 13, 2018

Shunned written by: Antony King I am the child that is always picked last, Who wants to be...

English Poetry

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No Joy-No Peace

Sona Wilae·June 4, 2018

No Joy-No Peace written by: Sona Wilae @sonawilae Riotous screams flee sore tonsils, inflamed impressions steely midnight...

Poetry English

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The Monster Down The Hall

Roger Turner·June 2, 2018

The Monster Down The Hall written by: roger turner @titansdad There was no one at the funeral...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Dirge To Humanity

Ipsita Banerjee·May 29, 2018

Dirge to Humanity written by: Ipsita Banerjee @ipsyb He raped a three year old. Yes, in a...

English Poetry

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Stephen (Love Mum)

Rich·May 8, 2018

Stephen (Love Mum) written by: Rich @H3Richard Thirteenth September nineteen seventy four when my child was bore...

Poetry English

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Little Faerie Lies

Debbie Aruta·March 29, 2018

Little Faerie Lies written by: Debbie Aruta @Debbie_Aruta She sat out on the rocks at the edge of...

Literature English Featured Post

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Just A Moment Longer

Beth Tremaglio·March 17, 2018

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I haven’t written about Connecticut in some time but not much has changed. This...

Featured Post Voices on Skin Beth Tremaglio Poetry English

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My Dear Child

Sravani Singampalli·February 16, 2018

My Dear Child written by: Sravani Singampalli @Sravanisingamp1 You had the most amazing eyes Twinkling with innocence...

English Poetry

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Oliver Twist: Divine Child

Stanley Wilkin·February 15, 2018

Oliver Twist: Divine Child written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk A Jungian Interpretation: ‘….psychotic products often contain...

Literature English

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Open Letter To All Mothers

Nazia Erum·February 4, 2018

Open Letter To All Mothers written by: Nazia Erum @nazia_e Honestly, I am afraid for my child....

Article English

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JOEY ALEXANDER (More Than A Child Genius)

Norberto Franco Cisneros·January 31, 2018

JOEY ALEXANDER (More Than A Child Genius) written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros He plays jazz as if...

English Poetry

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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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