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Gulls

LJ Jacobs·March 15, 2023

Gulls written by: LJ Jacobs Lying in bed, I can hear the gulls. They squawk like they...

Literature English

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Phoenix

Taylor Dibbert·February 28, 2023

Phoenix written by: Taylor Dibbert When you’re rising, From the ashes, The only doors closing, Are those,...

English Poetry

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Urban Santa

Anne Gruner·December 17, 2022

Urban Santa written by: Anne Gruner ‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the state The...

English Poetry Christmas

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Red-Eyes

Camellia·November 19, 2022

Red-Eyes written by: Camellia @20_camellia I rise from the wordless sea… Oh, but I hate water… I...

English Poetry

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Little Piggy

Priyanka Chaya·August 20, 2022

Little Piggy written by: Priyanka Chaya @_prichaya Bree’s hateful stare was practically burning a hole into the...

English Literature

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Kiss Me

K Meeks·August 20, 2022

Kiss Me written by: Keiran Meeks Kiss me with your mouth wide open. Kiss me like you’re...

Poetry English

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Love Hate Relationship

Carl "Papa" Palmer·August 4, 2022

Love Hate Relationship written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer shaved head nose ring black beard frayed jeans leather jacketed...

English Poetry

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Friends

Abdullah Saif·May 19, 2022

Friends written by: Abdullah Saif A friend is the one who knows you. A friend is the...

English Poetry

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The Rules

Eliza Segiet·May 18, 2022

The Rules written by: Eliza Segiet translated by: Ula de B. It might not be easy to...

Poetry English

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Зник (Disappeared)

Joni Caggiano·May 16, 2022

Зник (Disappeared) written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 grief falls from my pocket puddles of barren moments bloody...

Poetry English

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Reality is Haunting

Robert Isaacs Chiwala·May 6, 2022

Reality is Haunting written by: Robert Isaacs Chiwala @IsaacsRChiwala The truth is hurting Reality is haunting Promised...

Poetry English

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Witless

Fizza Younis·May 3, 2022

Witless written by: Fizza Younis @fizza_reads Carefully, I tried to craft, The life I thought I want;...

English Poetry

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Graced

Ifeanyi Sibling·April 6, 2022

Graced written by: Ifeanyi Sibling Often times I’m left brooding alone The title of an outcast bestowed...

English Poetry

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A Morning in Kyiv

Gerry Stefanson·March 31, 2022

A Morning in Kyiv written & performed by: Gerry Stefanson this morning was still, ethereal quiet this...

Poetry English

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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