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Nie Przypadkiem

Katarzyna Dominik·December 4, 2022

Nie Przypadkiem written by: Katarzyna Dominik Wyprzedzając anioły przebiłam przednią oponę – statystyczny przedmiot, który wbił w...

International Poetry Polish

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Present

Jaya Avendel·September 10, 2021

Present written by: Jaya Avendel @AvendelJaya I wish I had an accent Anything to give me an...

English Poetry

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Kim Jesteś

Danuta Czerwińska Murawska·August 26, 2021

Kim Jesteś written by: Danuta Czerwińska Murawska Kim jesteś…?! Że wchodzisz bez pytania Zaglądasz do okien Przez...

Poetry Polish International Featured Post

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House of The Hag

Zach Ellenberger·December 6, 2020

House of The Hag written by: Zach Ellenberger @zak4prez911 When my father told me, we’d be moving...

Featured Post Haunted Holidays English Literature

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COVID-19

JahArt Kushite·April 3, 2020

COVID-19 written by: JahArt Kushite there is a dark cloud hovering over mother earth she is clasped...

English Poetry

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Deaf

Rakind Kaur·January 11, 2020

Deaf written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Can’t you hear the screams? Of the souls being burnt alive My flowing...

Poetry English

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You Think

Irena Ewa Idzikowska·September 18, 2019

Polish English International 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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Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Cast Off

Mercury

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Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Spotlight On Writers – Darryl B

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Still Standing Tall

Every Day, at Five A.M.

Cracks of Marble

Witch Haiku

It Didn’t Feel Like Deafness

Winter of Life

Broken

Beethoven

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Nie Przypadkiem

Present

Kim Jesteś

House of The Hag

COVID-19

Deaf

You Think

Bonfire of Resolve

Mercury

Cast Off

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Still Standing Tall

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Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

The Devil Calls

The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

My Forest

Artificial Idiocracy

Walk Away Walk Away