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Kate MacDonald·December 5, 2023

Words Echo written by: Kate MacDonald @etherealtruth Within that realm where ink and parchment combine every swoop...

Poetry English

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Jacob’s Story

Angela Huskisson·October 23, 2023

Jacob’s Story written by: Angela Huskisson Stones drive hard into the soles of her tightly laced boots...

English Literature Halloween

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Symphony Day

Susan N Aassahde·October 6, 2023

Symphony Day written by: Susan N Aassahde @poetry_curfew light strings wellington boots on the beach echo Chardonnay...

Poetry English

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The Song

David Lee (Tallisman)·September 15, 2023

The Song written by: David Lee (Tallisman) @tallisman99 She sings her songs in silence Her voice so...

Poetry English

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Cat, a poem by Richard Prime at Spillwords.com

Cat

Richard Prime·July 31, 2023

Cat written by: Richard Prime You hear her moving about upstairs, The soft pad of her feet,...

Poetry English

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Fusing Our Hearts Into One

Pramod Rastogi·June 5, 2023

Fusing Our Hearts Into One written by: Pramod Rastogi Lift your face, I want to see your...

English Poetry

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Listening To A Conch

Jyothsna Phanija·April 10, 2023

Listening To A Conch written by: Jyothsna Phanija Five seconds before going to school, I took the...

Poetry English

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Narcissus

Julia Townson·April 7, 2023

Narcissus written by: Julia Townson The early morning air pushes away the heaviness of the night with...

English Poetry

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Terry Hall

David R Mellor·January 2, 2023

Terry Hall written by: David R Mellor I heard the news At 4.30 a.m. exactly I knew...

English Poetry

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I Want It Darker

Freya Pickard·July 20, 2022

I Want It Darker written by: Freya Pickard @FreyasClippings do not criticise my musical taste because it...

Poetry English

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Chilly Night

Trans_Jen_Da·July 9, 2022

Chilly Night written by: Jennifer Goddard @trans_jen_da The cold bite of the night Heightened by the perfume...

English Poetry

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She’s The Kind of Woman Who…

Ingrid Bruck·May 22, 2022

She’s The Kind of Woman Who… written by: Ingrid Bruck @bruck_ingrid plays classical music and hymns organ...

Poetry English

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Avatar

Marian Dziwisz·December 5, 2021

Avatar written by: Marian Dziwisz - Narcissus in his reflection - in love with death and Echo in love - in love with her own voice...

International Poetry Polish English

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Within The Clouds of You

Emalisa Rose·April 15, 2021

Within The Clouds of You written by: Emalisa Rose monday just paraphrased sunday but somehow, i got...

Poetry English

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MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

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Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

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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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