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Fever Dream

Robyn MacKinnon·July 24, 2022

Fever Dream written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat …what a fever dream champagne from the trapeze with Twelfth...

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Finally

Tara Jansen-Meyer·July 23, 2022

Finally written by: Tara Jansen-Meyer @Tara_JMB Questions dangle In front of my eyes Green With envy She...

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Goodbye Summers

Steve Nickodemski·July 23, 2022

Goodbye Summers written by: Steve Nickodemski Futile selfishness Summers have been quelled Restless eternity NOTE FROM...

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The Idler by The Road

Daniel Princewill·July 21, 2022

The Idler by The Road written by: Daniel Princewill @themusedaniel there goes the idler by the road,...

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Chance To See

Robyn MacKinnon·July 17, 2022

Chance To See written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat this scenario reflection and refraction One more chance to...

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A Question

Spillwords·July 17, 2022

A Question a poem by Robert Frost A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell...

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Waiting

Pratik Mitra·July 14, 2022

Waiting written by: Pratik Mitra Suburb waits for rain and something simple on a read-out night....

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Harness The Negative

RJ Tungsten·July 13, 2022

Harness The Negative written by: RJ Tungsten we all take our turn circling the drain of despair...

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Experimenting

Robyn MacKinnon·July 10, 2022

Experimenting written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Experimenting I walk this razor thin line a hair of knowledge...

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A Tree’s Lament

Angel Edwards·July 8, 2022

A Tree’s Lament written by: Angel Edwards @vancouverAngel Family in the city of Branches Cuddle Bowing to...

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Mediocrity

Mitch Bensel·July 7, 2022

Mediocrity written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling would you listen if the whisper was full of need drowning...

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Fading Sunset

Jenise Cook·July 6, 2022

Fading Sunset written by: Jenise Cook @jenisecook Vital, yet fleeting, the setting sun leaves my view, lighting another’s....

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Abrazo

Miera Rao·July 5, 2022

Abrazo written by: Miera Rao temptation follows a tango with the devil– an artful leader...

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How Warm is His Hand?

Tea Solon·July 4, 2022

How Warm is His Hand? written by: Tea Solon summer solstice’s thunder, lightning at noon while i...

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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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