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Solitary

Mysha Gada·September 3, 2021

Solitary written by: Mysha Gada A solitary tear ran down her face Trying hard to run away from...

Poetry English

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On This Day

Alta H Mabin·September 2, 2021

On This Day written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin Many see this time as a lockdown, an...

English Poetry

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Candle Light

Grace Y. Estevez·August 31, 2021

Candle Light written by: Grace Y. Estevez @GraceoftheSun1 Light a candle, then search the flame. It takes...

English Poetry

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In My Heart

Gail Constable·August 28, 2021

In My Heart written by: Gail Constable I gaze at him Surreptitiously From beneath the Long lashes...

Poetry English

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Kim Jesteś

Danuta Czerwińska Murawska·August 26, 2021

Kim Jesteś written by: Danuta Czerwińska Murawska Kim jesteś…?! Że wchodzisz bez pytania Zaglądasz do okien Przez...

Poetry Polish International Featured Post

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Mirage

Shalini Samuel·August 25, 2021

Mirage written by: Shalini Samuel @sshalini2014 The old demitasse cup squeaks from the scullery Hanging to a...

Poetry English

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Never Mine

Roxana Veronica·August 25, 2021

Never Mine written by: Roxana Veronica My body was never mine, So I tried to die First...

English Poetry

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Moon of A Dancer

Theodora Oniceanu·August 17, 2021

Moon of A Dancer written by: Theodora Oniceanu @YumeAkira Myrtle planted in the grey, Icy barren ground...

Poetry English

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Never Give Up

Bob Laurie·August 14, 2021

Never Give Up written by: Bob Laurie @boblaurie757 Never give up, don’t ever give up It’s the...

Poetry English

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Dormida Se Quedo La Mañana

Jose A Gomez·August 8, 2021

Dormida Se Quedo La Mañana written by: José A Gómez Se enternece el alma, el dolor lo...

Jose A Gomez Poetry Spanish

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We’re Just Talking

David Luoma·August 6, 2021

We’re Just Talking written by: David Luoma Last month it was a couple down in Tulsa and...

Literature English

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Counting Time

Pranab Ghosh·July 26, 2021

Counting Time written by: Pranab Ghosh @gpranab2012 Like a barren land he lies Counting days and nights Since...

Poetry English

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Waiting Room

Alexa Cleasby·July 23, 2021

Waiting Room written by: Alexa Cleasby @Lexicon_Fuse I can’t find the words to express, this feeling of...

English Poetry

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Of You

William Brown·July 23, 2021

Of You written by: William Brown You were in my dreams last night Cascading through my mind...

Poetry English

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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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