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Perfection

Marie-Louise McGuinness·July 12, 2022

Perfection written by: Marie-Louise McGuinness @mlmcguinness Glittering waves in hues of grey, crash loudly upon the sandy...

English Poetry

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Fading Sunset

Jenise Cook·July 6, 2022

Fading Sunset written by: Jenise Cook @jenisecook Vital, yet fleeting, the setting sun leaves my view, lighting another’s....

English Poetry

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Spring Feelings

Karin Porter·June 17, 2022

Spring Feelings written by: Karin Porter I’ve felt this way before Every spring, in fact Feelings I...

Poetry English

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Tattooed Summer

prikcab (Ian Perlman)·January 19, 2022

Tattooed Summer written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) the tattooed summer appears more clear in the rising sun...

English Poetry

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Evanescent

Giusepphine·September 9, 2021

Evanescent written by: Giusepphine @giusepphine You thought you caught a fairy And made her dance in the...

English Poetry

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The Last Fleet

Amanda Elizabeth Hemmings·August 12, 2021

The Last Fleet written by: Amanda Hemmings If the boats really are coming, I heard an old...

Embers of My Dream

Tapeshwar Yadav·July 16, 2021

Embers of My Dream written by: Tapeshwar Yadav Burn me mahogany Taking embers of my dream Before...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Fame

Angel Edwards·June 15, 2021

Fame written by: Angel Edwards Fame does not beckon Fame kidnaps Fame cannot be bought Fame may...

English Poetry

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The Wren

Clive Grewcock·May 29, 2021

The Wren written by: Clive Grewcock I halt upon my country stroll With your flashing shape I...

The Maple Leaf

Jim Bates·February 10, 2021

The Maple Leaf written by: Jim Bates If you like being part of a crowd, try being...

English Literature

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Where the Stone Turns to Fire

Jack Ontair·January 9, 2021

Where the Stone Turns to Fire written by: Jack Ontair I am no sage. I am no...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Treasure

Bartholomew Barker·December 17, 2020

Treasure written by: Bartholomew Barker @bartbarkerpoet Small bag of silent coins gold and silver foil-wrapped treasure They...

Poetry Christmas English

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Nailed It!

Adrian David·November 23, 2020

Nailed It! written by: Adrian David THUD! THUD! THUD! The studio apartment reverberated with the sound of...

Literature English

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This Life

Izabella T. Kostka·August 21, 2020

International Italian Poetry Polish 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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