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Sleepless I Wandered

John Ryder·July 7, 2020

Sleepless I Wandered written by: John Ryder My heart too faint was for youth’s dizzy flood, Gushing...

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Divine Art

Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier·July 1, 2020

Divine Art written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier If you could see inside your heart Broken places … broken...

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Chip Away

prikcab (Ian Perlman)·June 29, 2020

Chip Away written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) a life set afire embers burning faster than tears tears...

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Crime of Passion

Judge Burdon·June 26, 2020

Crime of Passion written by: Judge Burdon My love has never been for sale I’ve rented it...

English Poetry

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My Legs Have Always Carried Me

Linda M. Crate·June 25, 2020

My Legs Have Always Carried Me written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe “her flat butt, and her...

English Poetry

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The Cursed Line

Ananya Goswami·June 23, 2020

The Cursed Line written by: Ananya Goswami @edgeoflyf A line tries to divide everything- The smiles from...

English Poetry

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I Rest My Soul

Alta H Mabin·June 18, 2020

I Rest My Soul written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin My love I want to wake up...

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Harbingers of Democracy

Khurram Nizami·June 18, 2020

Harbingers of Democracy written by: Khurram Nizami @khurramnizami Where similar act has different fate. One is regarded as the...

Poetry English

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Her Inner Touchstone

Jan Smith·June 17, 2020

Her Inner Touchstone… written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL She peels back all the layers of her life…...

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The Devil’s Heart

Colleen M. Tice·June 13, 2020

The Devil’s Heart written by: Colleen M. Tice @ColleenMarieTi1 The Devil’s voice echoes, “How dare you be...

Literature English

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Laura Hughes·June 5, 2020

If I… written by: Laura Hughes @SweetPea_1977 If I give you my heart, will you promise not...

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Anniversary

Jim Bellamy·June 3, 2020

Anniversary written by: Jim Bellamy Were we really rain that night Or did we Simply trade our...

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3.21.18

Bennett Perry·June 2, 2020

3.21.18 written by: Bennett Perry With burgeoning fingers, I type new words on new keys Hoping for...

English Poetry

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The Road Home

Kelli J Gavin·May 24, 2020

The Road Home written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I have walked one too many roads A...

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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