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The Cat Accursed

Sandi Leibowitz·October 21, 2020

The Cat Accursed written by: Sandi Leibowitz Avert your gaze from my hobbled legs shriveled paunch spine...

Halloween English Poetry

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Three Drunks

Martha Annice·October 5, 2020

Three Drunks written by: Martha Annice Jackson But I got the wisdom of 3 drunks running around...

English Poetry

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Irreplaceable Demon Child

Robyn MacKinnon·October 4, 2020

Irreplaceable Demon Child written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat irreplaceable bizarre little demon child Beauty and Terror ...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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Wild Child

Kelli J Gavin·September 7, 2020

Wild Child written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin You wild child The child I dreamed of The...

English Poetry

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Inward Retreat

Sheri M. Stewart·August 30, 2020

Inward Retreat written by: Sheri M. Stewart The world may sling painful knives at my heart yet...

English Poetry

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Inside

Milon Franz·August 3, 2020

Inside written by: Milon Franz After a long time, I am inside… I see the interiors of...

English Poetry

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Nebulae

Artemis Bronstein·July 13, 2020

Nebulae written by: Artemis Bronstein Umbilical dreams Twirling eternally like nebulae Tiny fingers, soft alien in your pod...

English Poetry

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Sacrament of Love

Peg Prendeville·July 9, 2020

Sacrament of Love written by: Peg Prendeville Intense eyes absorb attention, holding her gaze in silent rapport....

Poetry English

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A New Beginning

Bridie Murphy·July 3, 2020

A New Beginning written by: Bridie Murphy She opens the satchel one last time She mustn’t forget...

English Poetry

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Niece

Sarra Culleno·June 27, 2020

Niece written by: Sarra Culleno @sarra1978 She slept on my chest every weekend of her life, but...

English Poetry

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Golden Child

SmithaV·June 22, 2020

Golden Child written by: SmithaV @SmithaVishwana4 ‘O golden child the world will kill and eat.’ Dark as...

Poetry English

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November Memories

Bridie Murphy·May 15, 2020

November memories written by: Bridie Murphy A child peers through the curtains with eyes open wide The...

Poetry English

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Rock Me To Sleep

Spillwords·May 10, 2020

Rock Me To Sleep a poem by: Elizabeth Akers Allen Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Battlefields, Called My Heart

devereaux frazier·May 6, 2020

Battlefields, Called My Heart written by: Devereaux Frazier @marylandpoet The more I begin to love myself It...

Poetry English

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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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