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I Just Remember Her

Rohma Safi·January 19, 2021

I Just Remember Her written by: Rohma Safi @RohmaSafi There is a window across the road A...

Poetry English

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Things To Believe

Jeff Weddle·October 12, 2020

Things To Believe written by: Jeff Weddle The first illusion is joy golden and flesh hard breath...

English Poetry

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Soul Hunter

JahArt Kushite·September 18, 2020

Soul Hunter written by: JahArt Kushite her eyes twinkle in beautiful rays of deception feeding your naked...

Poetry English

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Pointy Sticks

Cass Wilson·September 9, 2020

Pointy Sticks written by: Cass Wilson Incessant pointy sticks, endlessly poked at her through the bars of...

Poetry English

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Night To Dawn

S. Mitra·June 30, 2020

Night to Dawn written by: S. Mitra The descending night brings the lullaby-lingering…… Setting to the serene...

Poetry English

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Caminemos

Cabecitaloca·June 7, 2020

CAMINEMOS written by: Cabecitaloca @SamuelVergara “A los que buscan, Aunque no encuentren, A los que avanzan a...

Poetry Spanish

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Reconnecting

Ian Fletcher·May 26, 2020

Reconnecting written by: Ian Fletcher It’s come full circle as we meet again reconnecting at long last...

Poetry English

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Definida Ilusión

Jose A Gomez·April 19, 2020

Definida Ilusión written by: José A Gómez Que definida ilusión se ha formado en mi mente, de...

Jose A Gomez Spanish Poetry

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DIPTYCH ON FUEL

Izabella T. Kostka·March 4, 2020

Italian Poetry Polish English International

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Hopper’s Dream Book

Gosha Kulisiewicz·February 12, 2020

Poetry Polish English International

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Dreamer’s Nightmare

Glen McKenzie·December 18, 2019

Dreamer’s Nightmare written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther a nightmare lived inside an illusion the horror of unfinished...

English Poetry

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The Fringe

Sheri M. Stewart·November 27, 2019

The Fringe written by: Sheri M. Stewart I’m on the fringe looking in mesmerized by the pull...

Poetry English

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Vanity

JahArt Kushite·November 26, 2019

Vanity written by: JahArt Kushite trailing on rails of profanity chained in shackles of vanity myopic to...

English Poetry

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A 1000 Wounds

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')·October 21, 2019

A 1000 Wounds written by: Bipul Banerjee A thousand wounds concealed, Behind a thousand masks. A camouflage...

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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