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Friends in Alberta

Robyn MacKinnon·May 7, 2016

Friends in Alberta found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat friends in Alberta facing the other way now...

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Set Course

Deborah Jane·April 29, 2016

Set Course Found Poetry by Deborah Jane Set course Test wings 24/7 skies A blessing in disguise...

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Post Apocalyptic Dreams

Robyn MacKinnon·April 18, 2016

Post Apocalyptic Dreams found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat awakened by the post apocalyptic dreams it’s not...

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Weekday Late Night

Robyn MacKinnon·March 18, 2016

Weekday Late Night A snapshot of an internet dweller at night found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat personal...

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Noon in Haligonia

Robyn MacKinnon·March 1, 2016

Noon in Haligonia found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat coffee grounds, glass shards, phone in common cubicle...

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My Whole Studio

Robyn MacKinnon·February 24, 2016

My Whole Studio found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat my whole studio You were a beautiful blur...

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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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Friends in Alberta

Set Course

Post Apocalyptic Dreams

Weekday Late Night

Noon in Haligonia

My Whole Studio

Ghost of a Christmas Past

Cieder Muld and the Boy

This is Our Christmas

The Great Christmas Caper

The Spy Hiding in the Bougainvillea

The Post of Christmas Past

The Xmas Dance

The Morning Star

The Christmas Intervention

Bag of Switches

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