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Good Morning to Goodbye

John Patrick Robbins·March 11, 2022

Good morning to Goodbye written by: John Patrick Robbins She spoke to me of passions for everything entwined...

English Poetry

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Plastic

Jane Briganti·March 5, 2022

Plastic written by: Jane Briganti Swipe it Chip it Tap it I hear it everywhere What about...

English Poetry

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Star of Wonder

Ingrid Wilson·December 18, 2021

Star of Wonder written by: Ingrid Wilson @Experimentsinfc Star of Wonder: light in the children’s eyes around...

English Christmas Poetry

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Messages

Miya Yamanouchi·November 12, 2021

Messages written by: Miya Yamanouchi God speaks to us all, in stillness and in silence. Are you...

English Poetry

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An Old Lighthouse Next to a Lonely Pier and a Cup of Coffee

Marcelo Medone·September 20, 2021

An Old Lighthouse Next to a Lonely Pier and a Cup of Coffee written by: Marcelo Medone ...

Literature English

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The Magpie

Patrick McAteer·August 5, 2021

The Magpie written by: Patrick McAteer He decided to buy her a bar of some chocolate. He...

English Literature

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Caught in The World of Busyness

Chandrika R Krishnan·May 20, 2021

Caught in The World of Busyness written by: Chandrika R Krishnan Cooking for one is a chore...

Poetry English

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Plea To My Son

Rosella Dacquel·April 29, 2021

Plea To My Son written by: Rosella Dacquel You have so much in the world to see,...

Poetry English

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Circus

Liam Flanagan·March 13, 2021

Circus written by: Liam Flanagan @LFlanaga Roll Up Roll Up Boy do we have some entertainment for...

English Poetry

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Long Play

Mike Turner·March 2, 2021

Long Play written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper First notes of music Waft from the stage Bring us...

Poetry English

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The Fortune Teller

Sheila Henry·January 27, 2021

The Fortune Teller written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 Every New Year’s Day, the town of Sangre Grande...

Literature English

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The Maple Cottage

James Marchiori·January 20, 2021

The Maple Cottage written by: James Marchiori @DJames1821 There is nothing clearer or more defined than a...

Literature English

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The Singing Bones

Meg Smith·December 7, 2020

The Singing Bones written by: Meg Smith @MegSmith_Writer We come to dig, we come to read the...

Poetry Haunted Holidays English

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Guidance on My Journey

Robyn MacKinnon·November 15, 2020

Guidance on My Journey written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Thunder is sleeping need guidance on my journey...

Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry

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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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