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I Am Sorrow!

Barsha·December 11, 2017

I Am Sorrow! written by: Barsha I am sorrow, Lying at the choking corner Of the Myriad...

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Disquieting Tranquility

Arun Dash·December 9, 2017

Disquieting Tranquility written by: Arun Dash Wouldn’t you dither, O Death, When you curtail the destined days ...

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By Garpal Stream…

Stanley Wilkin·December 7, 2017

By Garpal Stream… written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk By Garpal stream the young men came Decades before...

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The Sea Empress

hedgehog·December 6, 2017

The Sea Empress written by: hedgehog June the beach a jumbled mass of jetsam Pearl riverlets adorn...

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Waiting For The End

Aaliyah·December 6, 2017

Waiting For The End written by: Aaliyah Tears build up, Running down my face, Silent as ever,...

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Death Interrupted Our Plans

RhymeRula·December 6, 2017

Death Interrupted Our Plans written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula In an unusual way the season felt fitting A...

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Obliterated Life

Khalid Belkhalfi·December 4, 2017

Obliterated Life written by: Khalid Belkhalfi She’s only ten and walking barefoot along the street Begs people...

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Upon Apollo’s Golden Chariot

Chasity Gaines·November 30, 2017

Upon Apollo’s Golden Chariot written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Here I sit In this chair Beside the...

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SLEEP

Stanley Wilkin·November 30, 2017

SLEEP written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk I’m going to sleep do not weep, I do not die...

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Don’t Ever Ask A Soldier

Roger Turner·November 29, 2017

Don’t Ever Ask A Soldier written by: roger turner @titansdad Don’t ever ask a soldier Rules remain...

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December 23rd 2015

Eoghan Lyng·November 22, 2017

December 23rd 2015 written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng How cruel a car can take life away, From...

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Growing Slow

SMiles·November 17, 2017

Growing Slow written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 When desires, to be pan piped by Morricone wake, over hung,...

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Take Me Down to The Ball Game

TM Arko·November 13, 2017

Take Me Down to The Ball Game written by: TM Arko Take me down to the ball...

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I Heard About Gord

Robyn MacKinnon·November 12, 2017

I Heard About Gord found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat I heard about Gord I’m not...

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I was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. At fifteen I left school without the skills or maturity to appreciate the wider world. At nineteen I packed a bag and wandered through Europe and North Africa, learning from the road. At twenty‑five I earned the qualifications for university, eventually becoming a high school teacher and later an education manager. Now I live with my amazing wife on an island north of Seattle. After retiring and with encouragement from Spillwords and the Clever Park Writers Group, I traded reports for storytelling. And that's where the fiction began...

Cast Off by Niall Crowley

The two computer screens tighten their grip. Tom pivots between them, tracking one while he works on the other. Careful discipline from early morning to close of business. Number crunching, he would have termed it before. Now it’s data management and verification, his task to model and tabulate clients’ financial situations and options. Bookkeeping, he would admit to, in more candid moments. He’s tethered firmly to the task, though, and has been since he started here, nearly two years now. Bound in the rigour the work requires, as if life itself depends on it. Top floor, dormer window ...

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