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The Violated Silence

Charlie Bottle·December 8, 2018

The Violated Silence written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Black velvet redwings balance on cattail blades dancing in...

Women, I See

Nivedita Roy·November 5, 2018

Women, I See written by: Nivedita Roy @Roynivi3 I see the life of women life of a sufferer...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Peter Rabbit

Tera Brown·July 28, 2018

Peter Rabbit written by: Tera Brown @TeraLeanBrown1 Peter Rabbit loves his fields, Hunting through fresh gardens, Looking for...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Standing Stones

Aaron Marchant·April 9, 2018

Standing Stones written by: Aaron Marchant Walking in the garden, friends at every turn Rowan on the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Lutist

TM Arko·January 10, 2018

The Lutist written by: TM Arko Silent, illusive lonely minstrel, his soul held close to breast. Striking...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Rare And Precious

Amanda Eifert·November 6, 2017

Rare and Precious written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 You dreamed of you, I dreamed for me, We...

English Poetry

·2 mins read

Those Moments

Jacob Damstra·November 4, 2017

Those Moments written by: Jacob Damstra @jacobdamstra Those moments Don’t relent. And they gnaw; They are raw....

English Poetry

·1 min read

Plaintiff’s Voice

Anne G·September 16, 2017

A Plaintiff’s Voice written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth A plaintiff voice barely perceived from beneath a blood drenched...

Poetry Anne G English

·1 min read

Grey Hair

theRavensproctor·September 1, 2017

Grey Hair written by: theRavensproctor Grey hair, shallow moving tides for eyes Waves crashing against skin Hands...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Hell Tower

Khalid Belkhalfi·August 8, 2017

The Hell Tower written by: Khalid Belkhalfi @K.Belkhalfi.Poet People were running in every floor I heard someone...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

Stories

Anne G·May 22, 2017

Stories written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Stories told from crib to grave speak of lives and legacies...

Anne G English Poetry

·1 min read

Lives Lived

Dragonsilk·October 10, 2016

Lives lived written by: Dragonsilk @dragons1lk What secrets hide in an old locked diary. A faded cover...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Cobbler

Anne G·September 13, 2016

The Cobbler Collaborating Minds Anne G & J.M.G. I am a cobbler by design Silent witness of...

Poetry Anne G J.m.g English

·1 min read

Breathe Briefly

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)·September 10, 2016

Breathe Briefly written by: Hemmingplay @hemmingplay We breathe so briefly of Life, Of spring days and summer...

English Poetry Doug Stanfield

·1 min read

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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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