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That Firewoman

Michelle Ayon Navajas·May 4, 2023

That Firewoman written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas i wish i could be, that firewoman i saw, saving...

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Self-Portrait

Aloysius S. Harmon Jr·March 30, 2023

Self-Portrait written by: Aloysius S. Harmon Jr Sometimes, When my wounds feed, A river into eyelids, I...

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The Girl From The Book

Pavithra CP·March 7, 2023

The Girl From The Book written by: Pavithra CP @pavithra_cp I have always wanted to be the...

English Poetry

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Bermuda Triangle

Amira Waleed·February 22, 2023

Bermuda Triangle written by: Amira Waleed You came to my house at 3 a.m, You were shaking....

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Pockets of Life

Saeed Haq·January 9, 2023

Pockets of Life written by: Saeed Haq Another daybreak, breaks the sleep, adventure, anonymity of night, slowly...

Poetry English

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Days of Red and Gold

David Estringel·January 7, 2023

Days of Red and Gold written by: David Estringel @The_Booky_Man Sittin’ at the kitchen table— cup of...

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I Need Do Nothing

Devin Rogan·January 6, 2023

I Need Do Nothing written by: Devin Rogan Trying very hard to be without definition I articulate...

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I’ve Given Myself

Charles Kingsrod·January 3, 2023

I’ve Given Myself written by: Charles Kingsrod I’ve given myself to so many people, left part of...

Poetry English

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Love Happens

Michelle Ayon Navajas·December 10, 2022

Love Happens written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas I wonder how it feels to kiss you boy, I...

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Running With Scissors

Donetta Sifford·December 5, 2022

Running With Scissors written by: Donetta Sifford @donettasifford Sundays are for making love. Your hands pulling my...

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Branch Off

Mickey Mason·December 5, 2022

Branch Off written by: Mickey Mason there is a tree with heads inside my head the faces...

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All Hallows Eve

Reena Mahay·October 25, 2022

All Hallows Eve written by: Reena Mahay @tweet__reena Late October night, ‘Samhain’ festival breaks in galore, Inky...

English Poetry Halloween

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Lost Souls

Kayleigh Merchant·October 10, 2022

Lost Souls written by: KL Merchant Two Souls liquidised from the dead of night, A breeze of...

English Poetry

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Wednesdays of Longing

Michelle Ayon Navajas·August 17, 2022

Wednesdays of Longing written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas I am your 3 am musing reflecting on life,...

English Poetry

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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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