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The Love of A Mother

Marian Wood·June 25, 2019

The Love of A Mother written by: Marian Wood @EyeOfMazz Our roots are deep just like my...

Poetry English

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Crewel

Jemimah Wren·June 24, 2019

Crewel written by: Jemimah Wren I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put...

Literature English

·5 mins read

The Cupcake

R J Cowley, Jr·May 5, 2019

The Cupcake written by: R.J. Cowley Jr. “There ain’t nobody in all of Hawkinsville who likes sweet...

Literature English

·5 mins read

The Visit

David Wagoner·April 20, 2019

The Visit written by: David Wagoner Somehow his tall body looked all wrong in a wheelchair. Even at...

Literature English

·1 min read

Under The Black Robe

Sheila Henry·April 17, 2019

Under The Black Robe written by: Sheila Henry The heart aches as a fire rages inside! Tucked...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Rakshasa’s Return

Jim Davis (Nobody)·April 13, 2019

Rakshasa’s Return written by: NOBODY Squealing children freed from the prison of 4th grade swarmed out of...

English Literature

·27 mins read

Our Ignorance

Bernard Harris A.K.A. BenkkuPoems·April 1, 2019

Our Ignorance written by: Bernard Harris/Benkku Poems @poems_benkku We must never Give up Never lie down But...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Hour Life

Deborah Jane·March 6, 2019

H(OUR) LIFE written by: Deborah Jane All my children have but one life to live Many times...

English Poetry

·1 min read

FOXTROT

Martina Reisz Newberry·February 28, 2019

FOXTROT written by: Martina Reisz Newberry This morning, as soon as the sun was up, I walked...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Children

Janina Osewska·January 17, 2019

Poetry Polish English International

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Old Shoes

Trisha·January 9, 2019

Old Shoes written by: Trisha I am exhausted… Well, it is because we walked a lot today…...

English Literature

·3 mins read

No Longer The Director

Tracy Gregory·December 31, 2018

No Longer The Director written by: Tracy Gregory @TracyLGregory You once stood Upon my stage A player in...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Great Room At Grandma’s

N. K. Hasen·December 25, 2018

Great Room At Grandma’s written by: N. K. Hasen @poetrybyhasen We are told not to go in...

Poetry Christmas English

·1 min read

Christmas Morning

Debra Joseph·December 25, 2018

Christmas Morning written by: DEBRA JOSEPH Waking up to a messy hall, gift wrappers and gifts all...

English Poetry Christmas

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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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