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Lacrime di Argilla

Stefano Polo·December 30, 2021

Lacrime di Argilla written by: Stefano Polo Lacrime di argilla sgorgano dai miei occhi in ricordo di...

International Italian Poetry

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The Song of Belfast

Gaynor Kane·May 11, 2021

The Song of Belfast written by: Gaynor Kane @gaynorkane I am broken clay...

English Poetry

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When Insect Cries

Ikechukwu Obiorah·September 23, 2020

When Insect Cries written by: Ikechukwu Obiorah @IkechukwuObio10 The skill to kill is in the shrill cry...

Poetry English

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Walk With Me

James Bell·August 28, 2020

Walk With Me written by: James Bell @bel_avocat A ways along the beach, a head wind whips...

Poetry English

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Vorrei Essere Creta

Stefano Polo·August 5, 2020

Vorrei Essere Creta written by: Stefano Polo Vorrei essere creta tra le tue mani e con le...

International Italian Poetry

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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