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Spectres Amongst Us

Mike Turner·October 21, 2019

Spectres Amongst Us written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper Ghosts of past unpunished crimes Stalk our waking nightmares...

English Poetry Halloween

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Man’s Greed

hedgehog·September 14, 2019

Man’s Greed written by: hedgehog Clouds shield the stars As fire casts its darkened wing Over the...

English Poetry

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THE SHADOW STEALER

Dilip Mohapatra·August 2, 2019

THE SHADOW STEALER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Come let me take you on a guided tour of...

Poetry English

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Watercourses

Aurora Kastanias·July 3, 2019

Watercourses written by: Aurora Kastanias Primeval drops concealed in meteorites cascading on a coagulating planet where temperatures...

English Poetry

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Our Ignorance

Bernard Harris A.K.A. BenkkuPoems·April 1, 2019

Our Ignorance written by: Bernard Harris/Benkku Poems @poems_benkku We must never Give up Never lie down But...

English Poetry

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XYZ, poetry written by Iqra Aslam at Spillwords.com

XYZ

Iqra Aslam·March 19, 2019

XYZ written by: Iqra Aslam X ways to find this Y tips to get that Z things...

English Poetry

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Power Politics

Jose A. Tovar·January 2, 2019

Power Politics written by: Jose A. Tovar Unsatisfying political greed, hunger that grows like a spreading fungus...

English Poetry

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Doug’s Place

Jim Bartlett·December 4, 2018

Doug’s Place written by: Jim Bartlett Six months earlier… The woman, her makeup as thick as icing...

MASQUERADE OF LIES

Aida·November 5, 2018

MASQUERADE OF LIES written by: Aida Why you wear a mask? Reveal your true color, or you’re...

Poetry English

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Corporate Chaos

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')·October 24, 2018

Corporate Chaos written by: Bipul Banerjee Steel elevators swiftly ferrying Lifeless puppets Floor to floor To cold...

English Poetry

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The World

Arnit Dey·September 26, 2018

The World written by: Arnit Dey @ArnitDey207 I once sat down on the cold hard grass, And...

English Poetry

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THERE IS NO EXIT IN HELL

Norberto Franco Cisneros·September 20, 2018

THERE IS NO EXIT IN HELL written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros There are people who believe others...

Poetry English

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I Protest All Of This

Linda M. Crate·August 22, 2018

i protest all of this written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i protest at the greed of...

Poetry English

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The Oncoming Abyss

SMiles·July 25, 2018

The Oncoming Abyss written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 What would our planet say if only she could speak?...

English Poetry

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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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