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My Life

Mohamed El Houssaini·April 15, 2021

My Life written by: Mohamed El Houssaini Her demure smile spreads a lot of gaiety. It brings...

Poetry English

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For Daniel

Joseph Amendolare·February 19, 2021

For Daniel written by: Joseph Amendolare “So, prophecy is only brilliant memory; there will be a garden...

English Literature

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My Innocent

Dr. Humeira Jawed·February 12, 2021

My Innocent written by: Dr. Humeira Jawed Hush…my little innocent Don’t say a word, I’ll sing I...

Poetry English

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This is Where

Julian Mann·January 11, 2021

This is Where written by: Julian Mann This is where I wished I was, There, I listen...

Poetry English

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Sleepy Head

Ariane Zandi·December 30, 2020

Sleepy Head written by: Ariane Zandi @poetrycorner3 Like porcelain, your face is so delicate Carefully crafted with...

English Poetry

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I Used to Love Halloween

Catherine Gigante-Brown·October 24, 2020

I Used to Love Halloween written by: Catherine Gigante-Brown @BklynCatwoman I used to love Halloween when I...

Poetry Halloween English

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A Revolution

Aurora Kastanias·October 12, 2020

A Revolution written by: Aurora Kastanias They tell me in man lies the source of evils as...

English Poetry

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Il Profumo di un Abbraccio

Giorgia Spurio·October 11, 2020

Il Profumo di un Abbraccio written by: Giorgia Spurio @SpurioGiorgia – C’è un odore di bosco sotto,...

International Italian Poetry

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The High Empress

LadyLily·September 25, 2020

The High Empress written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Catching end notes of Blackbird’s song she allows a final...

Poetry English

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Quick Confession

Michael Ball·August 6, 2020

Quick Confession written by: Michael Ball @whirred On the ramp to the student union, abruptly halting before...

Poetry English

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Thee

Tamar Gvelesiani·July 17, 2020

Thee written by: Tamar Gvelesiani @Tako165 Till curtains are down With memories in, Birds sing In the...

English Poetry

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Grandad’s Arms

Rochelle Foles·June 19, 2020

Grandad’s Arms written by: Rochelle Foles @shellilouwho her grandmother stood at the window in...

English Poetry

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When I Was Five

Peggy Gerber·June 15, 2020

When I Was Five written by: Peggy Gerber When I was five, running and skipping down the...

English Poetry

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Afraid

Veronica E Ramirez·June 11, 2020

Afraid written by: Veronica E. Ramirez @VeronicaR1997 Afraid to walk down the streets at night Afraid that...

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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