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Alan David Gould·April 12, 2022

For Dear Life written by: Alan David Gould Like dreams Vestiges of unreachable remembrances twirling opaquely in...

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Good Morning to Goodbye

John Patrick Robbins·March 11, 2022

Good morning to Goodbye written by: John Patrick Robbins She spoke to me of passions for everything entwined...

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Dear Mom

Sheri M. Stewart·September 2, 2021

Dear Mom written by: Sheri M. Stewart Mom, you were the first to teach me love. Today...

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Dear Jim

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)·January 22, 2021

Dear Jim written by: Brad Weston submitted by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass) @skyinthegrass I am the place where...

Poetry English

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Dear Saint Nick

Emma L Flint·December 19, 2020

Dear Saint Nick written by: Emma L Flint @LiterateElf Under the tree, That’s where I’ll be, Come...

Poetry English Christmas

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To Her Father with Some Verses

Spillwords·June 16, 2019

To Her Father with Some Verses a poem by Anne Bradstreet Most truly honoured, and as truly...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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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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