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Breakfast Rushshsh…

Joan McNerney·November 6, 2019

Breakfast Rushshsh… written by: Joan McNerney Just don’t have time today, maybe some soft ‘n sweet oleo...

Poetry English

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The Modern Whisper

Welkin Siskin·October 4, 2019

The Modern Whisper written by: Welkin Siskin @SiskinWelkin Oh thou, the fundamental bass, symphonize my words At rush...

English Poetry

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Love Light As Air

Michael Ball·September 30, 2019

Love Light As Air written by: Michael Ball @whirred Small and sudden loves and hopes are cotton...

English Poetry

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Echoes From The Grave

Olusegun M. Lawal·September 30, 2019

Echoes From The Grave written by: Olusegun M. Lawal Listen gently my lovely flower For I deem...

Poetry English

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TO A LATE LAST LOVE

Grendad·September 25, 2019

TO A LATE LAST LOVE written by: Grendad Of course we are afraid. We carry what they...

English Poetry

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Crossing You

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·September 21, 2019

Crossing You written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 Crossing you Every day You said I never noticed...

Poetry English

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The Power of Love

Allen Baswell·August 24, 2019

The Power of Love written by: Allen Baswell It’s so elusive yet it has a special power...

English Poetry

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Still Kicking

Tylia Flores·August 8, 2019

Still Kicking written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 I’ve been through hell and back, my whole life has...

Poetry English

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Puddles

Janina Osewska·July 28, 2019

Polish English International Poetry

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All Roads Lead To Rome

Iulia Halatz·July 20, 2019

All Roads Lead To Rome written by: Iulia Halatz All roads lead to Rome and poetry –...

English Poetry

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An Abundant Acre

Aaron Marchant·June 20, 2019

An Abundant Acre written by: Aaron Marchant @VeridicalVoice One day, I’ll get myself some land and labour...

English Poetry

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Set Sail

Vickie Mryczko·May 11, 2019

Set Sail written by: Vickie Mryczko @vickiemryczko My sails have finally opened. I no longer drift aimlessly,...

Poetry English

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Love’s Rhapsody

Charlie Bottle·April 30, 2019

Love’s Rhapsody written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Flowing down the spillways of life in torrential gushes of...

Poetry English

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Heavens Skin

Beth Tremaglio·April 25, 2019

Heavens Skin written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth I stood by the water watched the moon roll across...

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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