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Thump

R.E Hengsterman·May 23, 2020

Thump written by: R.E Hengsterman @robhengsterman The overhead surgical lights exploit the man’s ashen flesh. “Airway,” someone yells. ...

English Featured Post Literature

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Without Haste

David Maynard·May 23, 2020

Without Haste written by: David Maynard The beauty of the stars at night Are dim in comparison...

English Poetry

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My Heart In A Bottle

Ash Douglas·May 22, 2020

My Heart In A Bottle written by: Ash Douglas @The_PunAsher Like a bottle in a vast ocean… I’m...

Poetry English

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Always

Maria Dulce Leitao Reis·May 22, 2020

Always written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis If I were a she wolf And had found A...

English Poetry

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Hope

Tori Stambaugh·May 14, 2020

Hope written by: Tori Stambaugh hope is the best liar you’ll ever meet, it builds you up before...

English Poetry

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Tired

Ximena Escobar·May 10, 2020

Tired written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin I want to be tired, and make you tired, Rest together...

English Poetry

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Zwei weiße Herzen

Boris Simonovski·May 6, 2020

Zwei weiße Herzen written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet Über den Himmeln, zwei Herzen schweben auf den Straßen...

Poetry German International

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Longing

Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar·May 5, 2020

Longing written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 My soul shakes itself and rises from the depths arises protected, wrapped...

English Poetry

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Crown Me

Julia R. DeStefano·April 24, 2020

Crown Me written by: Julia R. DeStefano @J_DeStefano It is snowing. I need a soul that will...

Poetry English

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A Poem For You

A.S. Charly·April 24, 2020

A Poem For You written by: A.S. Charly Without you, there would be no sunrise, the moon...

Poetry English

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Love

Bharti·April 22, 2020

Love written by: Bharti I hold nights in my hand As i sway to the morning songs...

English Poetry

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The Layman’s Love Song

A.A. Vaflor·April 16, 2020

The Layman’s Love Song written by: A.A. Vaflor Let the Petrarchan bards Paint you a sonnet And...

Poetry English

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The Memories We Have Made

Elaine Marie Carnegie-Padgett·April 4, 2020

The Memories We Have Made written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 I don’t remember the moment I knew...

Poetry English

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The Road To Halicarnassus

Bogpan·April 3, 2020

The Road To Halicarnassus written by: Bogpan @panbog2 “To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep to...

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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