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The Daughters of The Hindu Kush

Kalpna Singh-Chitnis·August 22, 2021

The Daughters of The Hindu Kush written & performed by: Kalpna Singh-Chitnis @AccessKalpna A woman receives justice...

Poetry English

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A Season of Arrest

Paul Bamidele Olayioye·July 19, 2021

A Season of Arrest written by: Paul Bamidele Olayioye They were fetters on my hands Like a...

English Poetry

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But Death Was Sent Instead

Moses Ameh·May 7, 2021

But Death Was Sent Instead written by: Moses Ameh @AmehMoses_E A word! A word! Was all we...

English Poetry

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Corpi

Francesco Abate·February 28, 2021

Corpi written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Corpi. Nuvole d’uomo in un cielo liquido. Corpi. Pedoni caduti nella...

Poetry International Italian

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Voice

R William Standish·January 11, 2021

Voice written by: R William Standish @robert_eifprod Voice is opinion out loud Genius is easy say it...

English Poetry

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The Minority Voice

Michael Natt·July 19, 2020

The Minority Voice written by: Michael Natt My wife received a notice to report for jury duty...

English Article

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Lost

Deogratias S. Kagali·April 8, 2020

Lost written by: Deogratias S. Kagali East is north, west is east, The compass’ direction lost, Earth’s...

English Poetry

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Divine Whiplashes

Satabdi Saha·March 12, 2020

Divine Whiplashes written by: Satabdi Saha I step out of myself to understand The folly of your...

Poetry English

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Rio, The River

Tamsen Grace·December 11, 2019

Rio, The River written by: Tamsen Grace You screamed for the first nine months of your life,...

English Poetry

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Anything

devereaux frazier·July 19, 2019

Anything written by: Devereaux Frazier @marylandpoet Sunsets always jolt me awake Bus rides to and from work...

Poetry English

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Sorry, My Daughter…

Nishand Venugopal·August 13, 2018

Sorry, My Daughter… written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Sorry, my daughter, it’s a bad world out there,...

English Poetry

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Anti-VIral

Kate Blake·August 6, 2018

Anti-VIral written by: kate blake Descended from soldiers sent to war worked with Veterans freaked to their...

English Poetry

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INJUSTICE

Yvonne·March 6, 2018

INJUSTICE written by: Yvonne I’m beagle or mongrel The dog on the street The one the man...

English Poetry

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Zopenco

Jose A Gomez·February 8, 2018

Zopenco written by: José A Gómez Que ímpetu mía violencia, se me estriñen las entrañas al saber...

Jose A Gomez Spanish Poetry

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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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