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Ghost

Beth Tremaglio·September 7, 2022

Ghost written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth The heavens poured out her due, wings bathed in strife gluttony...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Dabster and Daedal

David C Russell·August 11, 2022

Dabster and Daedal written by: David C Russell The tantalizing aroma from the kitchen, steady hum of...

Literature English

·6 mins read

Ye Birds On My Window Sill

SmithaV·May 2, 2022

Ye Birds On My Window Sill written by: SmithaV @SmithaVishwana4 I ask of ye birds That visit...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Other Side of Xmas

C H Elton·December 16, 2021

The Other Side of Xmas written by: C H Elton @sdc130764 It never snows at Christmas it...

Poetry Christmas English

·1 min read

Dance With The Devil

Michael Danese·September 26, 2020

Dance With The Devil written by: Michael Danese @danesemc Hermy is a chronic down-on-his-lucker. He’s been out...

Literature English

·15 mins read

Growing Old

Judge Burdon·December 29, 2019

Growing Old written by: Judge Burdon I’m sitting here thinking about my folks. It feels like years...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Karmic Cycle

mdtaslim·July 17, 2019

Karmic Cycle written by: mdtaslim We remain searching for success in life By hook and by crook...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Sparkle and Love

Ali Aryan·May 1, 2019

Sparkle and Love written by: Ali Aryan Her eyes were a sparkle, Mine were black, Her soul...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Red Sign

Kapardeli Eftichia·January 26, 2019

THE RED SIGN written by: KAPARDELI EFTICHIA Visible the signs in the fatal path of lightning and we...

English Poetry

·1 min read

We Wear The Mask

Spillwords·July 15, 2018

We Wear the Mask a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Oval of Gold

Ellen Grace·February 1, 2018

Oval of Gold written by: Ellen Grace @ellengwriter Zachary gasped, holding his hands up in surrender. His...

Literature English

·3 mins read

Los Buitres Y Los Cerdos

Cecilia Argüelles Ramos·April 16, 2017

Los buitres y los cerdos written by: Cecilia Argüelles Ramos @CeciliArguelles Ellos, esos… que insisten en abrir...

Spanish Poetry

·1 min read

We The People

James Dean Collins·March 26, 2017

We The People written by: James Dean Collins @TheGigconomist We the people, have lost weight Thanks to...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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