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Soccer and WWIII

TM Arko·May 16, 2017

Soccer and WWIII written by: TM Arko @terry.arko “It was a hell of a game” he...

English Literature

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Pinball Wizard

Thomas Park·November 2, 2016

Pinball Wizard written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 Pull the metal armature, let spring go The ball shoots...

English

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Deception

Aria Gardiner-Lorde·July 5, 2016

Deception written by: Aria Gardiner-Lorde @DesignerAGL I heard your word, sweetly caressing my soul. Promises made, love...

English

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Recuerdos

Jose A Gomez·February 3, 2016

Recuerdos Micro Poéma de José A. Gómez En La Plaza de Colón del San Juan de mis...

Spanish Poetry Jose A Gomez

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Summer Days on Brooklyn Streets

Anne G·July 27, 2015

Summer Days on Brooklyn Streets by Anne G from dawn to dusk were so much fun Sunrise came we...

My Brooklyn Poetry Anne G English

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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