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This is My Home

Maria Dulce Leitao Reis·May 9, 2024

This is My Home written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis I know a place, full of dream...

English Poetry

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You Tricked Me La La Land

Zoé Mahfouz·May 3, 2024

You Tricked Me La La Land written by: Zoé Mahfouz Stop coughing on me I’m switching to...

English Poetry

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Left Field People

Sandra Jewell·May 2, 2024

Left Field People written by: Sandra Jewell Some of the nicest people I have known were off...

English Literature

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Odysseus

Michael L. Utley·April 30, 2024

Odysseus written by: Michael L. Utley I saw Odysseus sprawled on the sidewalk between The squalid little...

Poetry English Featured Post

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What Have I Seen?

Robert Ronnow·April 27, 2024

What Have I Seen? written by: Robert Ronnow I Sunrise, late winter skunk smell turkey flock playful...

English Poetry

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EM, an epic poem by Lê Vĩnh Tài at Spillwords.com

EM

Lê Vĩnh Tài·April 15, 2024

EM written by: Lê Vĩnh Tài translated by: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 1. the awful feeling of...

Poetry English

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By Choice, I Live Alone

Jackie Oldham·April 13, 2024

By Choice, I Live Alone written by: Jackie Oldham By choice, I live alone in the house...

English Poetry Featured Post

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Smoked Screen Over The Border

Stephen Izevbekhai·April 10, 2024

Smoked Screen Over The Border written by: Stephen O. Izevbekhai @IzevbekhaiS Our hearts are a gallery of...

Poetry English

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Hiraeth

Violet Dolui·April 4, 2024

Hiraeth written by: Violet Dolui When I close my eyes in the middle of the day to...

Poetry English

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One Saturday

Ash Douglas·April 2, 2024

One Saturday written by: Ash Douglas @Written_In_Ash One Saturday an old used-up weekend in my life back...

English Poetry Featured Post

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Gates

Eoghan Lyng·April 2, 2024

Gates written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng We walked by Lancaster Gates, Your hair glistening to the summer...

English Poetry

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Oh! You are Home

Annah Atane·March 30, 2024

Oh! You are Home written by: Annah Atane I am, defying my eyes of sleep standing at...

Poetry English

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I Do Not Care About These Things

Miruna Marin·March 29, 2024

I Do Not Care About These Things written by: Miruna Marin I do not care about these...

English Poetry

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Returning Home…

Steliana Cristina Voicu·March 20, 2024

Returning Home… written by: Steliana Cristina Voicu returning home… grandfather meets his grandson...

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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