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The Bench

Steve Dooré·September 20, 2023

The Bench written by: Steve Dooré @stevedoore84 He was cold. This wasn’t unusual – living outside means...

English Literature

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Harvest

Elaine Nadal·September 18, 2023

Harvest written by: Elaine Nadal When you’re starving, you eat whatever is given to you. It has...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Dandelion Stanley

Jim Wingrove·August 6, 2023

Dandelion Stanley written by: Jim Wingrove @wjwingrove is the patron saint of oatmeal feeds his soul with...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Peace Needed

Emma Grigg·July 13, 2023

Peace Needed written by: Emma Grigg @EmmaGrigg1 Children starving on the ground, You eat lavish food and...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Price

Gerry Stefanson·July 5, 2023

Passages The Price written by: Gerry Stefanson @gerry_stefanson like all devices whether food services shelter health clothing,...

English Passages Poetry Gerry Stefanson

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Answering The Generations

Anne Gruner·June 22, 2023

Answering The Generations written by: Anne Gruner My dad lectured me, Eat your fruits and vegetables. Now,...

English Poetry

·1 min read

A Journey To Nothingness

Onuegbu Chiamaka·June 21, 2023

A Journey To Nothingness written by: Onuegbu Chiamaka On transit to and from posterity, I met gluts...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The End of The Dark Tunnel

Abu Siddik·June 2, 2023

The End of The Dark Tunnel written by: Abu Siddik @ASBENM3 The day broke A child asked...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Cultivating Poverty

Beth Tremaglio·May 23, 2023

Cultivating Poverty written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth Neon gods lead poverty of spirit, the flesh hungers for...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Lily Magnolia

Jim Wingrove·May 4, 2023

Lily Magnolia written by: Jim Wingrove @wjwingrove convalesces daily marries every feeling eats herself unhappy mitigates the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

War Field Frame

Theodora Oniceanu·April 27, 2023

War Field Frame written by: Theodora Oniceanu @YumeAkira Atrocities In times of war We Hunt and eat...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Big Bad Wolf

Abagail Summers·April 18, 2023

Big Bad Wolf written by: Abagail Summers Painted by the light of the moon, I moved through...

English Literature

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I Was Trying To Say

Shelly Norris·March 23, 2023

I Was Trying To Say written by: Shelly Norris Hunger is not sin. Exhaustion is not immoral....

English Poetry

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Lure of The Kelpies

LCF-M·February 4, 2023

Lure of The Kelpies written by: LCF-M Sturgeon moon is braw, bright and enlightens; illuminating the banks...

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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