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A Sprinkle and a Thrashing

Phyllis P. Colucci·July 14, 2025

A Sprinkle and a Thrashing written by: Phyllis P. Colucci Have you come by to torment me...

Phyllis P. Colucci English Poetry

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Freedom

Spillwords·July 6, 2025

Freedom a poem by: Helen Hunt Jackson What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father’s father through...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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You Will Hear Thunder, a poem by Anna Akhmatova at Spillwords.com

You Will Her Thunder

Spillwords·June 29, 2025

You Will Hear Thunder a poem by: Anna Akhmatova You will hear thunder and remember me, And...

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Touch Me

ReddPenn·June 17, 2025

Touch Me written by: ReddPenn How can every brush of a finger Linger on my mind like...

Poetry English

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My Father was a Farmer

Spillwords·June 15, 2025

My Father was a Farmer a poem by: Robert Burns I. My father was a farmer Upon...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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My Heaven for You

Anna Christeena·June 5, 2025

My Heaven for You written by: Anna Christeena I’ve made a heaven for you in my mind....

Poetry English

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Recuerdos

Natalia Aeschliman·June 1, 2025

Recuerdos written by: Natalia Aeschliman Que te hace pertenecer a un lugar? El tiempo que has estado...

Spanish Poetry

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My Children

Gabriella Balcom·June 1, 2025

My Children written by: Gabriella Balcom My children, the heart of me. So strong, so intense my...

English Poetry

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Until When?

Venz Tarusan·May 31, 2025

Until When? written by: Venz Tarusan When will it stop— This heart that longs to break free?...

English Poetry

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The Limitless Heart

Christina Stewart·May 30, 2025

The Limitless Heart written by: Christina Stewart Beneath my ribs, a sea swells, its waves unending, untamed....

Poetry English

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First Pears

Paul Thwaites·May 29, 2025

First Pears written by: Paul Thwaites First pears were picked, Lain on the table, Green and brown...

English Poetry

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Poetic Heart

Sumana Bhattacharjee·May 15, 2025

Poetic Heart written by: Sumana Bhattacharjee Engrossed in my own thoughts I submerge myself in glee Why...

Poetry English

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And The Heart Wants…

TL·May 12, 2025

And The Heart Wants... written by: TL - I have a deep love for food. Not just for the way chilies ignite a dish with fire...

Literature English

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Love Like Leaf

Hein Min Htun·April 29, 2025

Love Like Leaf written by: Hein Min Htun When I asked you if you still loved me,...

Poetry English

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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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