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Plea To My Son

Rosella Dacquel·April 29, 2021

Plea To My Son written by: Rosella Dacquel You have so much in the world to see,...

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The Covering

Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier·April 21, 2021

The Covering written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier @FemVietmeier Lord, please help me to rest .. to sleep Too...

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On Easter Day

Spillwords·April 4, 2021

On Easter Day a poem by Oscar Wilde The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people...

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Why Do You Cry, Mother?

Benedict Hurley·March 28, 2021

Why Do You Cry, Mother? written by: Benedict Hurley @benedicthurley For all mothers Why do you...

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Down Stream

Allison Grayhurst·March 27, 2021

Down Stream written by: Allison Grayhurst @AGrayhurst Savage poison eclipsing the Wolf moon. Time is putrid, embracing...

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Kelly MacGill

TM DiSarro·March 17, 2021

Kelly MacGill written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro The lights were burning brightly Bidding welcome one and all...

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Roses on Mars

Aurora Kastanias·March 11, 2021

Roses on Mars written by: Aurora Kastanias Dusty sky red sands under my feet My substance feels...

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Plastic Emotions

Agnieszka K·March 7, 2021

Plastic Emotions written & translated by: Agnieszka Kuśmierczuk - plastic emotions are grinning on the displays they have...

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Daily Miracles

Kelli J Gavin·February 26, 2021

Daily Miracles written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I see miracles every single day My children are...

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Why It Is You

Anthony Dim·February 22, 2021

Why It Is You written by: Anthony Dim In the earth of billions Where thy kind and...

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Mid Morning Break

Ger White·February 18, 2021

Mid Morning Break written by: Ger White Sitting by the kitchen hearth Opening her prayer book Opening...

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Masked

Salam Adejoke·February 15, 2021

Masked written by: Salam Adejoke Faceless god; thou unknown, In the quest for you many has fallen...

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To My Daughter

Luiz Syphre·February 14, 2021

To My Daughter written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre tomorrow, two dozen years ago I experienced for the...

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Traktat o Kolorach XIX

Konrad Stawiarski·February 7, 2021

Traktat o Kolorach XIX written by: Konrad Stawiarski Do Tomu Krucjata w Płomień Elojzo, na Boskim Oceanie...

International Poetry Polish

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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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