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Underwater

LB Sedlacek·June 25, 2020

Underwater written by: LB Sedlacek @lbsedlacek footprints dirt chewing gum tiled lines a glow stick goggles a...

Poetry English

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Clancy of The Overflow

Spillwords·May 3, 2020

Clancy of The Overflow a poem by: Banjo Paterson I had written him a letter which I...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Free Verse 2

Mubangizi Emmy·April 15, 2020

Free Verse 2 written by: Mubangizi Emmy The songs we sang in the rain The cold green...

Poetry English

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Overcast Life

Shweta Meraki·April 10, 2020

Overcast Life written by: Shweta Meraki The gloom inside the house felt like an overcast of skies,...

Poetry English

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The Road To Halicarnassus

Bogpan·April 3, 2020

The Road To Halicarnassus written by: Bogpan @panbog2 “To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep to...

English Poetry

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All I See

Joseph Hope·March 23, 2020

All I See written by: Joseph Hope @ItzJoe9 Dust replacing dust Gush of wind blowing Replacing and...

English Poetry

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Open Space

Ayo Gutierrez·February 15, 2020

Open Space written by: Ayo Gutierrez @AbangganCarolyn Tonight the sky is pregnant with bulbous clouds Kiss me...

English Featured Post Poetry

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FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS

Grendad·January 19, 2020

FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS written by: Grendad Bowed down and coughing in...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Stranger

Solomon Bukenya·January 18, 2020

Stranger written by: Solomon Bukenya Eyes have seen the fires of hell. Flames burning the last of...

English Poetry

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Dust

Sandy Rochelle·January 9, 2020

Dust written by: Sandy Rochelle As the boat small but brave drives me to you in the...

English Poetry

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A Speck of Dust

Mona Lisa·December 12, 2019

A Speck of Dust written by: Mona Lisa I am nothing, But a speck of magic dust,...

English Poetry

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Dust

Mitch Bensel·November 14, 2019

Dust written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling difficult times gather the dust from your soul erasing a way...

English Poetry

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Until I Am Dust

LadyLily·November 9, 2019

Until I Am Dust written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A pretender human being, ashamed, purple dye pumps my...

Poetry English Featured Post

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A Bountiful Harvest

James Gabriel·October 11, 2019

A Bountiful Harvest written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 walk the rows of the field snap an ear...

English Poetry

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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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