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You Bruise Easily

FC Malby·July 30, 2020

You Bruise Easily written by: FC Malby @fcmalby He strides across the room, ignoring your sentences. “I’ll...

Literature English

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Sonnet

Allan Edward Tierney·June 24, 2020

Sonnet written by: Allan Edward Tierney Alone I oft think on that one called death When grey...

Poetry English

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POND II

John L. Stanizzi·June 22, 2020

POND II 9.9.2019 written by: John L. Stanizzi 9.9.19 10.13 a.m. 67 degrees 🙦 Rest in Peace,...

Poetry English

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The Precarious Admission

Chad Norman·May 20, 2020

The Precarious Admission written by: Chad Norman A man who once was a friend wasn’t one. So now...

Poetry English

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Unfriended

Zee·May 18, 2020

Unfriended written by: Zee @TheAbyxx_ What is a Friend? Someone who is in trend? Something that will...

English Poetry

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OMENA

Victor Fein·April 22, 2020

OMENA written by: Vitcor Fein We met while visiting an art store far north in Michigan. We...

Literature English

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Notebook

Tylia Flores·April 6, 2020

Notebook written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 staring down at my blank sheet on notebook paper, with my...

English Poetry

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Hello

Edward Donnelly·March 20, 2020

Hello written by: Edward Donnelly @odetoapoet Shrouded in sunshine The morning was new, quiet The trees waved...

Poetry English

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Nothing

David Maynard·March 1, 2020

Nothing written by: David Maynard Hanging on to nothing Like clouds in the sky Music in the...

Poetry English

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Beyond A Dream

Sue Marie St. Lee·December 30, 2019

Beyond A Dream written by: Sue Marie St. Lee I sat within a waiting room, empty and...

English Poetry

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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Stars”)

Phyllis P. Colucci·November 24, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Stars”) written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes...

Editorial English Phyllis P. Colucci On Poetry and Fiction Featured Post

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The Dog She Was

JPK·November 12, 2019

The Dog She Was written by: JPK She’s not the dog she was ten years ago, When...

Poetry English

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Temple

Katy Santiff·August 15, 2019

Temple written by: Katy Santiff On the day you died, I prayed before round golden gods, made their...

English Poetry

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Flint

Karen Walker·July 23, 2019

Flint written by: Karen Walker Huddling against the night, our clan whispers, “When will there be fire?”...

Literature English

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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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