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Ribble Valley

James Walmsley·August 20, 2022

Ribble Valley written by: James Walmsley On finer days I’ve walked this country pondered nature’s beauty intently....

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Song of The Rain VII

Spillwords·June 26, 2022

Song of The Rain VII a poem by: Khalil Gibran I am dotted silver threads dropped from...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Rural Fate

Lynn H Terry·May 2, 2022

Rural Fate written by: Lynn H Terry unable to accept fate comes an escape outside one’s self...

Poetry English

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Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying

Jim Latham·March 16, 2022

Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying written by: Jim Latham @JimLatham15 Two double espressos on top of...

English Literature

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Grandma

Mitra Samal·January 8, 2022

Grandma written by: Mitra Samal @MitraSamal Pinky was very close to her grandma. Seemed like only her...

Literature English

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The Christmas Hare

Kim M. Russell·December 20, 2021

The Christmas Hare written by: Kim M. Russell @kim88110 In a snowy field one Christmas Eve I...

English Poetry Christmas

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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