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Between Going and Staying The Day Wavers

Spillwords·April 28, 2019

Between Going and Staying The Day Wavers a poem by Octavio Paz Between going and staying the...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Girl With No Name

Girl wanna write·April 22, 2019

The Girl With No Name written by: Girl wanna write @mailgarima A girl stood tall near the...

English Poetry

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Courting Medusa’s Wink

Asceticquill·April 19, 2019

Courting Medusa’s Wink written by: Asceticquill I’m trapped in a scream holding a bleeding dream dribbling along...

Poetry English

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Rakshasa’s Return

Jim Davis (Nobody)·April 13, 2019

Rakshasa’s Return written by: NOBODY Squealing children freed from the prison of 4th grade swarmed out of...

English Literature

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Sadness

Charlotte Land·April 13, 2019

Sadness written by: Charlotte Land Stony, rocky cliffs surround the sand, Waves banging on the shore, Hard...

Poetry English

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Angel of Mine

Andrew Scobie·April 4, 2019

Angel of Mine written by: Andrew Scobie One cold Wednesday afternoon I met a friend of mine, Joseph,...

English Literature

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The Three Smiles

Charlie Bottle·April 2, 2019

The Three Smiles written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle “The People whose first instinct is to smile when...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Blank To Butterfly

Sally S. Ali·March 26, 2019

Blank To Butterfly written by: Sally S. Ali Like a cotton bra She held my heart in...

English Poetry

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My Father’s Eyes

Sheila Henry·March 25, 2019

My Father’s Eyes written by: Sheila Henry Limpid pools of amber lights they glistened like precious gems...

English Poetry

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The Long Night

A.M. Torres·March 25, 2019

The Long Night written by: A.M. Torres @sonic1170 I can’t stay awake depleted, mundane tired, explain running...

English Poetry

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Something Beautiful

Tola·March 8, 2019

Something Beautiful written by: Tola Our hearts are molding words we dare not speak, A single utter...

English Poetry

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Green In Me

Anshika Sharma·March 6, 2019

Green In Me written by: Anshika Sharma That crouching cat Under my bed; A pearl shelled in...

English Poetry

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Phenomenal Woman

Spillwords·March 3, 2019

Phenomenal Woman a poem by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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ZIZADORE VII

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·January 16, 2019

ZIZADORE VII written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme CHAPTER SEVEN LEANING INTO A LEGACY Zizadore looks up...

English Literature

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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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