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Tent

JPK·April 29, 2021

Tent written by: JPK Remember pitching our old ‘A’ frame tent? Set just one line wrong, end...

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Boron

Jim Bates·April 27, 2021

Boron written by: Jim Bates I don’t remember much about being a kid and even less about...

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Maple

Spillwords·April 25, 2021

Maple a poem by Robert Frost Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take...

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My Old Man’s Congratulations

Judge Burdon·April 13, 2021

My Old Man’s Congratulations written by: Judge Burdon “What you want to be and what you become...

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Margins of My Mind

James Walmsley·February 21, 2021

Margins of My Mind written by: James Walmsley As I walk down this worried path, where many...

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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...

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The Apartment

Nikhil Kurien·February 18, 2021

The Apartment written by: Nikhil Kurien @nikhilmkurien Sudhir was elated when the broker said it was the...

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1932

DC Diamondopolous·February 11, 2021

1932 written by: DC Diamondopolous Pa decided to join the Bonus Expeditionary Force. After dropping Ma and...

On Father Turning Eighty in November

Sally Delancy·January 14, 2021

On Father Turning Eighty in November written by: Sally Delancy I A late October drizzle blankets the...

English Poetry

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Last Words

Lisa Reynolds·January 13, 2021

Last Words written by: Lisa Reynolds Before she left he told her he couldn’t forget what she’d...

English Poetry

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Christmas 1950

Phyllis Souza·December 25, 2020

Christmas 1950 written by: Phyllis Souza I’m ten-years-old and it’s not easy waiting for my mother to...

Literature Christmas English

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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

Jim Bates·December 24, 2020

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas written by: Jim Bates With five-year-old Stacy and three-year-old Dale nestled snug...

Literature Christmas Featured Post English 12 Days of Christmas

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Fake Santa

Meg Dunn·December 16, 2020

Fake Santa written by: Meg Dunn Under duress and too many beers I agree to stand in...

English Literature Christmas

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Father Christmas

Mary Daurio·December 15, 2020

Father Christmas written by: Mary Daurio Anna stared through the chain-link fence; her slender white fingers threaded...

English Literature Christmas Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas

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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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