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Memory Lane

Laimons Juris G·May 17, 2021

Memory Lane (2/14/21 @ 8:10 a.m.) written by: Laimons Juris G It was just a hair from...

English Poetry

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Excerpt I.XI.

Joshua Corwin·April 24, 2021

Under A Tree in Hotchkiss Park Excerpt I.XI. written by: Joshua Corwin @JoshuaCorwin1 Where is your home...

English Poetry

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Excerpt I.VI.

Joshua Corwin·March 14, 2021

Under A Tree in Hotchkiss Park Excerpt I.VI. written by: Joshua Corwin @JoshuaCorwin1 Ask questions upon the...

Solitude

Spillwords·January 3, 2021

Solitude a poem by Alexander Pope I How happy he, who free from care The rage of...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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See Things As They Really Are

Vikram Pratap·October 13, 2020

See Things As They Really Are written by: Vikram Pratap @VikramPrnsb For thirty days, a young man...

Literature English

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Strawberry Picking at Pokljuška Soteska

Ingrid Wilson·July 12, 2020

Strawberry Picking at Pokljuška Soteska written by: Ingrid Wilson @Experimentsinfc One day After many a heartache We will...

Poetry English

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Morning Has Woken

Glynn Sinclare·July 8, 2020

Morning Has Woken written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I rose with the sun and lazed about in...

Poetry English

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Mystical Experiences Living in a Ghost World

James Dennis Casey IV·May 20, 2020

Mystical Experiences Living in a Ghost World written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames plastic veins in hot...

English Poetry

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Lines

Melissa Ridley Elmes·March 16, 2020

Lines written by: Melissa Ridley Elmes @MRidleyElmes don’t color outside the lines ...

English Poetry

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Love Sick

Brutus Richmond·March 16, 2020

Love Sick written by: Brutus Richmond You’re infectious baby I’ve got the disease I’m burning up Thirty...

English Poetry

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My Sacred Place

Mark Tulin·January 2, 2020

My Sacred Place written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer My yoga mat becomes a sacred place, a smooth,...

English Featured Post Poetry

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CONCEPTS HAVE FRUCTIFIED

Rochishmon·November 19, 2019

CONCEPTS HAVE FRUCTIFIED written by: Rochishmon @Rochishmon My heart sways While flowers blossom My mind sprouts While...

English Poetry

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Mourning For Myself

Frank C Modica·July 12, 2019

Mourning For Myself written by: Frank C Modica @fcmodica53 It’s my 67th year; the clouds look tired...

Poetry English

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The Parenthesis Of Silence

Paul Vincent Cannon·October 4, 2018

The Parenthesis Of Silence written by: Paul Vincent Cannon @pvcannon To put away the day for just...

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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