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The Invisible Child

LadyLily·June 6, 2017

The Invisible Child written by: LadyLily @AFairymary No perfumed bliss or port dripping petals. A vessel, alive,...

Prisoners

Aleck Solier·June 6, 2017

Prisoners written by: Aleck Solier @raving_ranting The past imprisons us In memories of grandeur Of lives long...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Freshwater Mermaid

Jenny Thomas·June 3, 2017

Freshwater Mermaid written by: Jenny Thomas @authorjcthomas The freshwater mermaid A girl with gills in her throat...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Loved Ones

Brian Wayne Smith·June 2, 2017

Loved Ones written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Today I would like to give a shout out...

English Poetry

·3 mins read

Soothing Chaos

Dedhedpoet·May 26, 2017

Soothing Chaos written by: DedHedpoet @dedhedpoet Lovely, soothing, chaos What am I to glean Love your sharpened...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Innocence Loss

Maggie Chatterton·May 15, 2017

Innocence Loss written by: Maggie Chatterton @Mag_Chatterton You came to me with child-like naivety, But agony lurks...

Poetry English

·1 min read

A Heart Can Be

theRavensproctor·May 11, 2017

A Heart Can Be written by: theRavensproctor I had a dream, I was splintering My brown skin...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Someday

Genie Nakano·May 6, 2017

Someday written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini What do you want to be someday . . . An...

English Poetry

·1 min read

To Whom Do I Address This Inquiry?

Catherine MacMillan Sihoe·May 2, 2017

To Whom Do I Address This Inquiry? written by: Catherine MacMillan Sihoe @onspiritswings Green army jacket ...

English Poetry

·2 mins read

Peyton

theRavensproctor·April 28, 2017

Peyton written by: theRavensproctor She came in the confines of January In a month, where everything starts...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Tillandsia Town

Courtney Trowman aka CC Bella·April 23, 2017

Tillandsia Town written by: Courtney Trowman aka CC Bella @ccbella_says In the gloaming, ghosts skeptical of new...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Quickly Forgot

Dedhedpoet·April 19, 2017

Quickly Forgot written by: DedHedpoet @dedhedpoet Love cannot be love when it moves on given a month...

English Poetry

·1 min read

MY MOTHER IS TIRED..

Dr Ramakrishna Perugu·April 14, 2017

MY MOTHER IS TIRED.. written by: Dr Ramakrishna Perugu @Poet-Dr-Perugu-Ramakrishna-DLit-127969227290950 She smoothed along for not one or...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Looking For Love

Brian Wayne Smith·April 10, 2017

Looking for Love written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Hoping for forever as you dined, Don’t waste...

Poetry English

·1 min read

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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