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Ghost Karma

Bayley Kelly·July 22, 2019

Ghost Karma written by: Bayley Kelly San Francisco, 1949 Tommy walks down his street And is mugged...

English Poetry

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Life and Afterlife

Welkin Siskin·July 18, 2019

Life and Afterlife written by: Welkin Siskin Won’t there be thy luggage Full of goods to carry...

English Poetry

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Why I Killed A Snake on Purpose Without Meaning To

Mary Sayler·July 17, 2019

Why I Killed A Snake on Purpose Without Meaning To written by: Mary Sayler @MaryHSayler Tree pruners...

English Poetry

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Don’t Let your Memes Be Dreams

Rebecca Rhodes·July 14, 2019

Don’t Let your Memes Be Dreams written by: Rebecca Rhodes If there’s one cliché line I’ve heard...

Article English

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Summerland

LadyLily·July 12, 2019

Summerland written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A world beyond consciousness, refined, vivid, Limitless limitations Perpetual particles born of...

Poetry English

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The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices

Anupama Mishra·July 2, 2019

The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices written by: Anupama Mishra The shivering hands and shaky voices are...

Poetry English

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The End

NT Franklin·June 26, 2019

The End written by: NT Franklin She heard the noise and saw the collision. She stood motionless...

Literature English

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Oustanding Balance, a poem written by Patricia Walsh at Spillwords.com

Outstanding Balance

Patricia Walsh·June 25, 2019

Outstanding Balance written by: Patricia Walsh Even if you died, I would still hold the torch Against...

English Poetry

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Tango Lessons

Kenneth Salzmann·June 24, 2019

Tango Lessons written by: Kenneth Salzmann Step slow slow quick quick slow through a lifetime of swivels...

Poetry English

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Choreography

William Masters·June 23, 2019

Choreography written by: William Masters As soon as Albert Andrew Fischer’s wife died of cervical cancer, after...

Fred and Alice

Denise D'Souza·June 22, 2019

Fred and Alice written by: Denise D’Souza Arriving at the coffee shop, I look around for him...

English Featured Post Literature

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RACE

Gosha Kulisiewicz·June 16, 2019

International Poetry Polish English

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A Rose For Gaza

Lynn White·June 11, 2019

A Rose For Gaza written by: Lynn White Gaza is a garden full of roses. Stone roses....

Poetry English

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In The Pan

Richard K. Ostrander·June 11, 2019

In The Pan written by: Richard K. Ostrander @akaDick Like flash paper smoke sailing up with a...

Poetry English

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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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