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Memory

JPK·September 20, 2023

Memory written by: JPK I remember the songs that I danced to then, though my dancing days...

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Pain

Vijinarayan·June 16, 2023

Pain written by: Vijinarayan @viji28 I feel like a stranger A day after the onslaught of pain,...

English Poetry

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Mollified Man, poetry by Hayden McCain at Spillwords.com

The Mollified Man

Hayden McCain·February 20, 2023

The Mollified Man written by: Hayden McCain The meekly mollified man subtly sews his silently simplistic sights...

Poetry English

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The Last

Richard M. Ankers·January 18, 2023

The Last written by: Richard M. Ankers @Richard_Ankers She was the last of them. Some said she...

Literature English

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Vestiges

Margaret Karim·September 9, 2022

Vestiges written by: Margaret Karim Velvet brilliance Now shabbily attired Creased, musty No longer desired Short lived...

Poetry English

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Ask Me No More

Spillwords·July 24, 2022

Ask Me No More a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson Ask me no more: the moon may...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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The Dress

Alan David Gould·June 13, 2022

The Dress written by: Alan David Gould The dress had faded somewhat in the light of day....

English Literature

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The Love From Afar

John Grey·November 27, 2021

The Love From Afar written by: John Grey He was like a camera aimed at one woman...

Poetry English

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My Father’s Hand is Resting

Clive Grewcock·February 18, 2021

My Father’s Hand is Resting written by: Clive Grewcock My father’s hand is resting there As the...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Image This

Cindy Medina·February 9, 2021

Image This written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 quietly fading spirit of long-revered image pitiful phantom of dear...

Poetry English

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My Notes

huntersjames·November 9, 2020

My Notes written by: Huntersjames @huntersjames papers of old fashioned memories make a mess of reminiscence filed...

English Poetry

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Electric Shock at Sunset

Julia R. DeStefano·November 8, 2020

Electric Shock at Sunset written by: Julia R. DeStefano @J_DeStefano I was sitting in his chair Friday...

Poetry English

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The Essence Has Not Faded Away

Paula Puolakka·February 5, 2020

The Essence Has Not Faded Away written by: Paula Puolakka On the anniversary of my loneliest moment...

English Poetry

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Life In Lieu

FM Tate·January 3, 2020

Life In Lieu written by: FM Tate There’s something missing. Something nebulous… I can’t put my fingers...

Poetry English

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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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