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Aloysius S. Harmon Jr·December 8, 2021

Mentality written by: Aloysius S. Harmon Jr If I would burn these inks, Rather keeping it in,...

English Poetry

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And Away We Go

Chasity Gaines·November 23, 2021

And Away We Go written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Upon a path I know so well For...

Poetry English

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In My Heart

Gail Constable·August 28, 2021

In My Heart written by: Gail Constable I gaze at him Surreptitiously From beneath the Long lashes...

Poetry English

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Karma Reward

M J Christie·April 12, 2020

Karma Reward written by: M J Christie I always thought the idea of a black cat being...

Literature English

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Encroaching Weeds

Randal A. Burd, Jr.·September 27, 2019

Encroaching Weeds written by: Randal A. Burd, Jr. @COLONELRANDAL She’d not allow encroaching weeds Among the flowers...

English Poetry

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Open Window

Dan Leicht·May 28, 2019

Open Window written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk If it weren’t for the flowers sitting outside my window...

Poetry English

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Monotony

Eliza Segiet·June 17, 2018

English International Poetry Polish

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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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Mentality

And Away We Go

In My Heart

Karma Reward

Encroaching Weeds

Open Window

Monotony

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AAEVEYN ULLOVTO’s Scrabbled Psyche

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