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Constellations

Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni·September 15, 2023

Constellations written by: Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni Constellations Are stars rising from the east Moving at a thousand miles...

Poetry English

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Discomfort

Andrew Minhinnick·August 1, 2023

Discomfort written by: Andrew Minhinnick @Minhinnick_A they are bile they are illness fill unhappiness is their sweat...

English Poetry

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For The Foxes

Spillwords·July 30, 2023

For The Foxes a poem by: Charles Bukowski Don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent,...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Identity Versus Ego

Kate MacDonald·May 29, 2023

Identity Versus Ego written by: Kate MacDonald @etherealtruth Should I be intimidated by her air of superiority,...

English Poetry

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The Bond of Friendship

Philomena Daly·May 10, 2023

The Bond of Friendship written by: Philomena Daly Friendships are precious But partings are confusing Joy and...

English Poetry

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Since He Was Taken Away

Gypsy Glover·April 18, 2023

Since He Was Taken Away written by: Gypsy Glover @gypsy_glover As always upfront disclosure when something I...

Poetry English

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Divided Outcome

Grace Y. Estevez·April 17, 2023

Divided Outcome written by: Grace Y. Estevez @GraceoftheSun1 Feeling confused, heart split in two, one part outgrew,...

Poetry English

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Disappointment

Tina Cathleen MacNaughton·April 11, 2023

Disappointment written by: Tina Cathleen MacNaughton Disappointment is a curious feeling. It’s low and dull and aching....

Literature English

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Winter’s Hollow

Jesse Batista·December 2, 2022

Winter’s Hollow written by: Jesse Batista Take a walk with me through Winter’s Hollow Where the bare...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Pronouns

Brad Osborne·October 5, 2022

Pronouns written by: Brad Osborne What makes “you” and “me” Become the pronoun “we” And how do...

English Poetry

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Lost

Hend Hamed Ezzeldin·October 1, 2022

Lost written by: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin So happy when I’m lost, Distressed when I’m found. Being nowhere...

Poetry English

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The Unwanted

James Marchiori·September 8, 2022

The Unwanted written by: James Marchiori @DJames1821 Here we are, the unwanted. Astronauts sculpted on a portal...

Poetry English

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Seduction

Kate Blake·August 1, 2022

Seduction written by: Kate Blake they seem to slither and slide, sexy and seductive or rumble around...

Poetry English

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This House is Falling

Aliyu Yakubu·July 12, 2022

This House is Falling written by: Aliyu Yakubu This house is falling Block after block Pillar after...

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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