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The Pink Rose

Prafulla Vyas·September 30, 2022

The Pink Rose written by: Prafulla Vyas The pink rose drooped Drunk with rain Beads sparkled On...

English Poetry

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Intrigue In Denim

Judge Burdon·August 14, 2020

Intrigue In Denim written by: Judge Burdon She was intrigue dressed in denim with a whisper of...

Poetry English

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Morning Kiss

Annalyn Neo Celeste·June 22, 2020

Morning Kiss written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr i like it long & black freshly made, smokin...

English Poetry

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The Bird

Christina Ciufo·May 21, 2020

The Bird written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Its white wings, like baptism water, flutter over my melancholy...

English Poetry

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L’armatura

Francesco Abate·April 26, 2020

L’armatura written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Come un fiore squassato dal vento abbraccerò la tua fragilità come...

International Italian Poetry

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Autumn Love

Eddie D. Moore·March 13, 2020

Autumn Love written by: Eddie D. Moore Morning light through a frosty windowpane. A delicate white bloom...

English Poetry

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What I See and Hear

Jose Wan Diaz·April 9, 2019

What I See and Hear written by: Jose Wan Diaz I see roses weighing down the branches of...

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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To Grandmother’s House

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A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

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Come Sit

Winter’s Tyranny

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