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Days of The Darkened Dove

Hayden McCain·May 12, 2023

Days of The Darkened Dove written by: Hayden McCain But as we begin to break down and...

English Poetry

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The Ice Storm

NT Franklin·April 26, 2023

The Ice Storm written by: NT Franklin The ice storm knocked out power two days ago and...

Literature English

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Move Eastward, Happy Earth

Spillwords·April 23, 2023

Move Eastward, Happy Earth a poem by: Alfred Lord Tennyson Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon...

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Dark at The End of The Street

Tom Alexander·April 11, 2023

Dark at The End of The Street written by: Tom Alexander We’ve had some fun but our...

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The Stream

MiddleAgedNee·April 11, 2023

The Stream written by: MiddleAgedNee @AgedNee At no pace Just meandering Carving curving; I’ve travelled Rippling over,...

English Poetry

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Rainy Days

Tinashe Muza·April 10, 2023

Rainy Days written by: Tinashe Muza On a rainy day The clouds are dark Masking the light...

Poetry English

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Walking Home

Meg Barwick·March 29, 2023

Walking Home written by: Meg Barwick She was walking home and so am I A scurry through...

Poetry English

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Getting a Cup of Joe

Joan McNerney·March 10, 2023

Getting a Cup of Joe written by: Joan McNerney It is 13 degrees above zero. There is...

Poetry English

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Keswick Gaze

C. M. Knight·March 9, 2023

Keswick Gaze written by: C.M. Knight @CalineMunruo Mountains don’t much notice mortals But occasionally The taste of...

English Poetry

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Tipping a Falcon’s Wing

Ken Allan Dronsfield·February 23, 2023

Tipping a Falcon’s Wing written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield A hazy crimson light races a diving...

A Party of Lovers

Spillwords·February 19, 2023

A Party of Lovers written by: John Keats Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble...

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The Eighth Time

Sugar de Santo·February 7, 2023

the eighth time written by: Sugar de Santo @sugar_de the past has a face thousand and one...

Poetry English

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Walking in The Rain

Dawn Minott·February 7, 2023

Walking in The Rain written by: Dawn Minott No one sees my tears when I’m walking in...

English Poetry

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A Walk After Dark

Spillwords·February 5, 2023

A Walk After Dark a poem by: W H Auden A cloudless night like this Can set...

Literary Greats English Poetry

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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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