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David R Mellor·November 4, 2023

There written by: David R Mellor I’m not there And neither are you But we have all...

English Poetry

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Simple

Dr Molly Joseph·October 7, 2023

Simple written by: Dr. Molly Joseph How simple life flowed those days, with no walls, walled up...

Poetry English

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I’m in Love With The Wind!

Elizabeth Vincent Koshy·October 4, 2023

I’m in Love With The Wind! written by: Dr. Elizabeth V. Koshy My blue-green waters are one...

Poetry English

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The Darkest Road

G. Rod Hamilton·September 30, 2023

The Darkest Road written by: Rando Mithlo @Minelsker2 It’s 1:45 AM and my truck’s tire just went...

Home Baked

Mark Alden·September 29, 2023

Home Baked written by: Mark Alden @MarkAAlden I remember how early the darkness came. Long noisy bus...

Poetry English

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Autumn Treasure

Nina Taylor·September 23, 2023

Autumn Treasure written by: Nina Taylor ‘I’m bored’ said the Mouse as he looked out of the...

English Poetry

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Wild Flowers Cut For Two

Joni Caggiano·September 22, 2023

Wild Flowers Cut For Two written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 flowers lift every blossom high toward sunday’s...

English Poetry

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Rubble Women

David Milner·September 14, 2023

Rubble Women written by: David Milner This morning he woke up laughing. God help us, here of...

English Literature

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The Metaphor Of How We Metamorphosed Our Home With Prayers

Abubakar Auwal·September 14, 2023

The Metaphor Of How We Metamorphosed Our Home With Prayers written by: Abubakar Auwal this night/ i’m...

Poetry English

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Falsity in a Shifting Shadow

Ken Allan Dronsfield·September 6, 2023

Falsity in a Shifting Shadow written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield Time moves at the pace of...

Poetry English

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Getting Clean

Susan Bocinec Terry·August 30, 2023

Getting Clean written by: Susan Bocinec Terry @sbwordmuse Soaking in an old round wash tub with my...

English Poetry

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The Cradle of My Childhood

Marius Alexandru·August 25, 2023

The Cradle of My Childhood written by: Marius Alexandru @alexmariusalex I sway in the cradle of my...

Poetry English

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I’ll Never Make It

Tohm Bakelas·August 24, 2023

I’ll Never Make It written by: Tohm Bakelas fifteen minutes late red traffic lights everywhere— i should...

English Poetry

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Becoming

Pacella Chukwuma-Eke·August 21, 2023

Becoming written by: Pacella Chukwuma-Eke @dancing_poet I this poem begins with a girl living inside a canvas...

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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