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The Rubicon

Daniel Lynskey·February 24, 2020

The Rubicon written by: Daniel Lynskey @daniel_lynskey I’ve crossed the Rubicon and there’s no going back, I’ve...

English Poetry

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Hang

David Maynard·January 24, 2020

Hang written by: David Maynard Happy pretending Love never ending Heart that was pure Worthy of mending...

Poetry English

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When You’re Gone

L.M.Giannone·January 20, 2020

When You’re Gone written by: L.M. Giannone @LISAGNO You were but a bud that once blossomed now...

Poetry English

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Where Are You Today?

Hema Ravi·September 16, 2019

Where Are You Today? written by: Hema Ravi The sky looks serenely bare- You’re constantly on the move...

Poetry English

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I Saw A Bird

Lynn White·April 10, 2019

I Saw A Bird written by: Lynn White I saw a bird today, just one. I wasn’t...

English Poetry

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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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