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A Morning in June

Mary Crane Fahey·February 27, 2024

A Morning in June written by: Mary Crane Fahey A morning in June we two sit in...

Poetry English

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Memories

Don Flecknoe·February 22, 2024

Memories written by: Don Flecknoe Bathed in morning mist. They stroll along the water’s edge, Waves softly...

Poetry English

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Cohort

Jean M Beebe·February 1, 2024

Cohort written by: Jean M Beebe @jmbsquared down from Yokun Ridge coiled foxes kept a silent fire...

Poetry English

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Sunday Morning Flight

Michael J. Leach·January 28, 2024

Sunday Morning Flight written by: Michael J Leach gumtrees ‘gainst clear blue— corellas & galahs fly in...

Poetry English

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Some Day

PR Hebert·December 27, 2023

Some Day written by: PR Hebert Sitting on the patio of my old adobe house in a...

English Poetry

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Season

Mohammad Erfun Amin·December 27, 2023

Season written by: Mohammad Erfun Amin @AminErfun winter morn in the paddy-field little gems of dew...

English Poetry

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A Walk in the Garden on Christmas Day

Kim M. Russell·December 25, 2023

A Walk in the Garden on Christmas Day written by: Kim M. Russell @kim88110 Since autumn, songbirds...

English Poetry Christmas

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Joy to The Girl

Heidi MacCulloch·December 24, 2023

Joy to The Girl written by: Heidi MacCulloch Waking up I’m 10 years old Sleepiness still consuming...

Poetry Christmas English

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The Ties of Christmas

Katie Stairs·December 22, 2023

The Ties of Christmas written by: Katie Stairs The soft thudding of a little girl’s footsteps down...

Christmas Featured Post English 12 Days of Christmas Literature

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Uncle Ben

Harold Stetler·December 12, 2023

Uncle Ben written by: Harold Stetler I miss my Uncle Ben I miss him every day I...

Poetry English

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Tardy Morning Sun

Joni Caggiano·December 10, 2023

Tardy Morning Sun written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare...

English Poetry

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Not History

Robyn MacKinnon·November 26, 2023

Not History written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat a world full of hate in the dark every morning...

Poetry Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon English

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Depression

Marie-Thérèse Hartwig·November 23, 2023

Depression written by: Marie-Thérèse Hartwig First it takes away the joy. Your concentration trickles like sand through...

English Poetry

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On A Cold And Frosty Winter’s Morn

James Swatman·November 22, 2023

On A Cold And Frosty Winter’s Morn written by: James Swatman On a cold and frosty winter’s...

English 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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