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Notes of Life

Anitha Jayasankar·June 26, 2023

Notes of Life written by: Anitha Jayasankar Breathing in and out the notes of life, from first...

English Poetry

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Ode To Madagascar Almond

Tea Solon·April 28, 2023

Ode To Madagascar Almond written by: Tea Solon Madagascar Almond, you evergreen shelter of this lowly poet...

Poetry English

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The Grace and The Gamble

Richard LeDue·April 25, 2023

The Grace and The Gamble written by: Richard LeDue @LedueRichard My poker chips covered in dust, while...

English Poetry

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My Life Isn’t a Movie

Bill Chima Nwabuko·April 5, 2023

My Life Isn’t a Movie written by: Bill Chima Nwabuko @chimabill1 My life isn’t a movie, I’m...

Poetry English

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I Was Trying To Say

Shelly Norris·March 23, 2023

I Was Trying To Say written by: Shelly Norris Hunger is not sin. Exhaustion is not immoral....

English Poetry

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Let Us Play Chess

Simona Prilogan·March 2, 2023

Let Us Play Chess written by: Simona Prilogan Let us play chess, Blue often says While gathering...

English Poetry

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Black Stone

Musa M Dukuly·October 12, 2022

Black Stone written by: Musa M Dukuly Naked black woman, Through your chambers, The blood of the...

Poetry English

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Arthritic Tree

Karen O'Leary·October 3, 2022

Arthritic Tree written by: Karen O’Leary You and I have weathered many storms. I pat the gnarled trunk....

Poetry English

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Card Game

Jeff Flaig·August 4, 2022

Card Game written by: Jeff Flaig The ace of spades landed on top Stole my hand, your...

Poetry English

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Today

Enrico Barigazzi·July 28, 2022

Today written by: Enrico Barigazzi This is the day when the believers will be carving out their...

English Poetry

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If I Were a Book

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·June 23, 2022

If I Were a Book written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I were to be a book, My...

English Poetry

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Springtime

Enrico Barigazzi·May 31, 2022

Springtime written by: Enrico Barigazzi Tomorrow I’ll have seen a blackbird chirping on a magnolia bough its...

English Poetry

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On The Road

Alex Andy Phuong·May 9, 2022

On The Road written by: Alex Andy Phuong While taking the journey Beyond a thousand steps, There...

Poetry English

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Jill & The Mountain

Nancy Lou Henderson·April 22, 2022

Jill & The Mountain written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49 Jill turned onto the dirt road that...

Literature English

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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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