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Medley of Nature

Aditi Anvita·June 8, 2024

Medley of Nature written by: Aditi Anvita @Aditianvita18 Ultimate wonders of the world Not the monuments this...

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Black Tongue

Munthaha·January 13, 2023

Black Tongue written by: Munthaha I talk, too much Opinionated and impulsive I love, too hard Crazed...

English Poetry

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White Feathers

Sinead McGuigan·January 3, 2023

White Feathers written by: Sinead McGuigan @smcgpoetry Let me tell you a story held in the wind,...

English Featured Post Poetry

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#First World Problems

CJ Delous·December 12, 2019

#First World Problems written by: CJ Delous Swept along by the causal tide, riding the waves of...

English Poetry

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Shady Street

LadyLily·April 8, 2018

Shady Street written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A finger of moonlight pokes through furtive clouds, I tread the...

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On A Chennai Suburban Train

Abraham Patrick·September 11, 2017

On a Chennai Suburban Train written by: Abraham Patrick The sudden violent clatter of a drum chokes...

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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The Sheep We Are

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Medley of Nature

Black Tongue

White Feathers

#First World Problems

Shady Street

On A Chennai Suburban Train

To Grandmother’s House

Bonfire of Resolve

Mercury

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Naughty Or Nice

Grandchild

Cast Off

The Leap

LOVE

Uwierz w Deszcz

The Wind Bloweth Where It Listeth

Hardening of the Heart