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A Drifting Halo

Mark Tulin·November 14, 2019

A Drifting Halo written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer The cool of the ocean and the warmth of...

English Poetry

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Car Fire

James Gabriel·September 8, 2019

Car Fire written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 the clouds are thin a lace cloth stretched over a...

English Poetry

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Hell Has No Fury

Luiz Syphre·March 29, 2018

Hell Has No Fury written by: Luiz Syphre He would wear his shirt in reverse to hide...

English Poetry

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The Smile Of Emptiness And Nothingness

Hongri Yuan·November 26, 2017

The Smile of Emptiness and Nothingness written by: Hongri Yuan translated by: Yuanbing Zhang Fifteen thousand years...

Poetry Chinese International

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The Way

Leanne Howard Kenney·October 14, 2017

The Way written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket everything, you are not meant to see but a...

Poetry English

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The Wise Old Moon

Anne G·November 1, 2016

The Wise Old Moon written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth The wise old moon shone bright last night...

Anne G 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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