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Adult Adultery Adulteration

Dilip Mohapatra·July 6, 2024

Adult Adultery Adulteration written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo All of us without any exception emerge from our cocoon...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Within The Shade

Jessica Dudzinski·July 4, 2024

Within The Shade written by: Jessica Dudzinski i wanted you to see me, for all those years...

Poetry English

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Mój Port

Grażyna Misiaszek·July 4, 2024

Mój Port written by: Grażyna Misiaszek Jak w okamgnieniu pojawił się Wicher potężny i straszny piorun Moja...

Polish International Poetry

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Rime Frieze

Stephen Kingsnorth·July 1, 2024

Rime Frieze written by: Stephen Kingsnorth No spray of blooms but icepick spikes from plashy spray of...

Poetry English

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Shadows of Hope: The Tale of Mira’s Egg

Peter Rehn·June 30, 2024

Shadows of Hope: The Tale of Mira’s Egg written by: Peter Rehn - In the ruins of her home, in a war-torn village...

English Literature

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Fate’s Relentless Grip

Gazali Ganiyu Opeyemi·June 27, 2024

Fate’s Relentless Grip written by: Gazali Ganiyu Opeyemi @Al_gainaan This heart died some years back, betrayed by...

Poetry English

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He Was Always Yours

S. D. Kilmer·June 26, 2024

He Was Always Yours written by: S.D. Kilmer @SDKilmer Mother Susan, how did you cope? Did you...

English Poetry

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Fingerprints

Joyce Mary J·June 25, 2024

Fingerprints written by: Joyce Mary J It’s all over me and inside me, From the uppermost layers...

English Poetry

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My Shadow

Jamie B·June 24, 2024

My Shadow written by: Jamie B In the dimly lit room, she stood face to face with...

Poetry English

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Windmill Thoughts

Mark Kuglin·June 23, 2024

Windmill Thoughts written by: Mark Kuglin @cr8fiction My thoughts are like a windmill On a breezeless day...

Poetry English

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Flower

Michelle McCarthy·June 22, 2024

Flower written by: Michelle McCarthy Something pure and beautiful was lost Spoilt, suffocated and withered by darkness...

English Poetry

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Significar Ninguna Vez

Romulaizer Pardo·June 18, 2024

Significar Ninguna Vez written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo Este arrecife espiritual conmovido por vidas encapsula en mi...

Poetry Spanish

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On The Birth of a Son

Spillwords·June 16, 2024

On The Birth of a Son a poem by: Su Tung-Po Families when a child is born...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Inspiration

Sheila Henry·June 11, 2024

Inspiration written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 Sometimes when I sit to write, I wait for inspiration 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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