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Crescent Moon

Theodora Oniceanu·December 28, 2021

Crescent Moon written by: Theodora Oniceanu @YumeAkira There is no light where they descended, There is no...

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Three Sisters

Melyssa G. Sprott·December 4, 2021

Three Sisters written by: Melyssa G. Sprott Three sisters in the mirror stand; my left, my middle,...

Haunted Holidays English Poetry

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Long Ago

Magdalena Podobińska·November 19, 2021

Long Ago written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 long ago I stood on the shore ready to weather the...

English Poetry

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Like A Sunbeam of Ride

Walid Boureghda·November 18, 2021

Like A Sunbeam of Ride written by: Walid Boureghda Run your eyes over mine, Fix them on...

English Poetry

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Beneath A Misted Moon

John Drudge·November 17, 2021

Beneath A Misted Moon written by: John Drudge Remember When we walked forever Every day And never...

English Poetry

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The Slide

Michael McGuire·November 12, 2021

The Slide written by: Michael McGuire the nuns at school told us every misdeed every sin left...

Poetry English

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Broken Muse Talks

John Chinaka Onyeche Ajc·November 11, 2021

Broken Muse Talks written by: John Chinaka Onyeche @Apostlejohnchin If I could have grown wings I would...

English Poetry

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Here Yonder

Víctor Monsiváis·November 4, 2021

Here Yonder written by: Victor Monsivais miniscule bits of hesitant light kissing the doors to my dreams...

English Poetry

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In Resting Soil

Robin McNamara·October 25, 2021

In Resting Soil written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 As I decomposed in wet grounds, Flesh and bone...

Poetry Halloween English

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On Becoming

Sheila Henry·October 9, 2021

On Becoming written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 I arrived clothed in sheer veil from whence I came...

English Poetry

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Calling All Eagles

Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier·September 27, 2021

Calling all EAGLES written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier @FemVietmeier In my dreams I fly on eagles’ wings If...

Poetry English

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Your Journey is Doomed

Aliyu Yakubu·September 27, 2021

Your Journey is Doomed written by: Aliyu Yakubu You know your journey Is doomed When you see...

Poetry English

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A Breath of Gale

Sajid Hussain·September 16, 2021

A Breath of Gale written by: Dr. Sajid Hussain From a shallow unerring perception of shy whispering,...

English Poetry

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Sharp Appraisal

huntersjames·September 7, 2021

Sharp Appraisal written by: Huntersjames @huntersjames Yawning blanks her line of sight Warps her thoughts before they’re...

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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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