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The Darkened Moon

Kayleigh Merchant·November 20, 2023

The Darkened Moon written by: Kayleigh Merchant The darkened side of the moon, You are on the...

Poetry English

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Why is The Moon Angry Tonight

Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta·November 10, 2023

Why is The Moon Angry Tonight written by: Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta the moon’s belly shows pregnant...

Poetry English

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New Furbaby

Robyn MacKinnon·May 21, 2023

New Furbaby written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat a new furbaby One of my favourite pictures daily reminder...

English Poetry Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon

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How Shall My Animal

Spillwords·April 16, 2023

How Shall My Animal a poem by: Dylan Thomas How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Thoughts are Things

John Riley·September 18, 2022

Thoughts are Things written by: John Riley @slowlearner55 Today I watch flaming thoughts—a bluebird’s green hops— blue...

Poetry English

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Being a Controversy

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·September 13, 2022

Being a Controversy written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon Being of a controversial nature I drown in the face...

Poetry English

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Carrying the World in a Broken Laundry Basket

Barbara Harris Leonhard·April 15, 2022

Carrying the World in a Broken Laundry Basket written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard @BarbaraLeonhar4 Isn’t easy to...

Poetry English

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A Silly Mother’s Halloween Tale

Pallavi·October 31, 2021

A Silly Mother’s Halloween Tale written by: Pallavi Children of Culver neighborhood, keep your doors locked and...

English Poetry Halloween

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Submerged in Madness

Iulia Gherghei·August 31, 2021

Submerged in Madness written by: Iulia Gherghei @iuliatzurcan You have to contain your own madness To sublimate...

English Poetry

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As The Forest Burned

Tina McFarlane·February 1, 2021

As The Forest Burned written by: Tina McFarlane Blackened ash of lost dryads choked the air remnants...

Poetry English

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Servant

Pat Cantin·October 1, 2020

Servant written by: Pat Cantin Ferociously I am imprisoned and bound to shackles, a mere servant of...

Poetry English

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Over The Bay

James Lilley·September 25, 2020

Over The Bay written by: James Lilley @jameslilley1411 Strolling the splendid curved shore, Thunder rolled in over Bay,...

English Poetry

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The Comet

Tony Ortiz·September 17, 2020

The Comet written by: Tony Ortiz I was once a Comet Racing through space in a blind...

Poetry English

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Fake Time

Henry Bladon·August 27, 2019

Fake Time written by: Henry Bladon set the wall clock whatever speed she wants, ...

Poetry English

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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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