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Parpadeos

Alexander Uslar·March 12, 2023

Parpadeos written by: Alexander Uslar @Uslariono Todo está oscuro, de lejos se escuchan gritos y un llanto....

Poetry Spanish

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First Storm After Returning To The South

Karen Southall Watts·February 21, 2023

First Storm After Returning To The South written by: Karen Southall Watts @askkaren The heavy dark clouds...

English Poetry

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Clime

A.M. Torres·July 15, 2022

Clime written by: A.M. Torres @sonic1170 I can feel the heat as it scalds me orange skies...

English Poetry

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Summer

Eric Shelman·June 21, 2022

Summer written by: Eric Shelman Ablazing, humid sweltering, tropical, hot burning, blistering Cheerful, delightful naturally muggy, moist...

Poetry English

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One of Those Nights

Brian Fugett·May 17, 2022

One of Those Nights written by: Brian Fugett one of those nights the heat & humidity strips...

Poetry English

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Balmy April Day

Cindy Medina·June 11, 2017

Balmy April Day written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Cloud monsters at morn, gray on pearl sky, emulate...

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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