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At Crossroads

Gosha Kulisiewicz·November 13, 2020

International Poetry Polish English

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Ooops!

Joanne VanR·September 13, 2020

Ooops! written by: Joanne VanR The news of Harry’s death came as a shock. The sudden heart...

English Literature

·2 mins read

Funeral Strains

Gary Beck·June 29, 2020

Funeral Strains written by: Gary Beck Scene 1 (Pre-show. Offstage. Blaring sounds of anti-gay, anti-military protest, by...

English Literature

·7 mins read

November Memories

Bridie Murphy·May 15, 2020

November memories written by: Bridie Murphy A child peers through the curtains with eyes open wide The...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Our Funeral

Karen Mooney·March 14, 2020

Our Funeral written by: Karen Mooney @1karenmooney There were no flowers or cards of condolence Yet there...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Dance of Death

Deepika·February 28, 2020

Dance of Death written by: Deepika How alive are we, Before we actually die, How many times...

Poetry English

·1 min read

One Last Goodbye

Hazel Leonard·February 22, 2020

One Last Goodbye written by: Hazel Leonard Our last journey was on a cold July morning, All...

English Poetry

·1 min read

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

Spillwords·October 20, 2019

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain a poem by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Friendship Funerals

Fredrick Martyn·September 7, 2019

Friendship Funerals written by: Fredrick Martyn @FredrickMartyn Friendship funerals Rest in peace camaraderie From amity calamity To...

English Poetry

·1 min read

If I Die Tomorrow

Tylia Flores·July 1, 2019

If I Die Tomorrow written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 If I die tomorrow Please don’t cry for...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Family

John Baverstock·March 4, 2019

Family written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Haven’t seen my brother lately? Seems like a thousand days, Told him...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Eulogy

Chris Cooper·February 21, 2019

The Eulogy written by: Chris Cooper The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And...

English Featured Post Literature

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Funeral Blues

Spillwords·November 25, 2018

Funeral Blues a poem by W. H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Funeral

Robin McNamara·October 3, 2018

The Funeral written by: Robin McNamara @robbiemac72 If I died in the morning, Would you cry? Would...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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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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