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I Will Never Forget

Suwong·January 8, 2018

I will never forget written by: Suwong She made hell for my mother You see she left...

Poetry English

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A Special Lady

Tinashe Muza·December 5, 2017

a special lady written by: Tinashe Muza She was the first I saw I am because she...

English Poetry

·1 min read

BLISS OF MOTHERHOOD

Manthena Damodara Chary·December 4, 2017

BLISS OF MOTHERHOOD written by: MANTHENA DAMODARA CHARY The gleaming eyes stream beaming bliss Affinity springs from...

English Poetry

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The Arrival

Kalam Babu·November 28, 2017

The Arrival written by: Kalam Babu As a young boy, the trees spoke to me. I heard...

English Literature

·5 mins read

Ten Years Ago

Heidi Baker·November 5, 2017

Ten Years Ago written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 We’ve just moved into our RV. We’re living the...

English Literature

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Mother’s Touch

RLYNN·October 21, 2017

Mother’s Touch written by: RLYNN @rlynnpoetry I craved your love although it was absent. constantly trying to...

English Poetry

·1 min read

An Angel’s Whisper

Alison Vail Fuller·October 5, 2017

An Angel’s Whisper written by: Alison Vail Fuller @alisonVfuller The struggle has ended. The moment is soft,...

Literature English

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The Pharmacy of Trust

Eliza Segiet·October 1, 2017

The Pharmacy of Trust written by: Eliza Segiet @eliza.segiet translated by: Artur Komoter How am I supposed...

Literature Polish English International

·10 mins read

Listening Carefully

Heidi Baker·September 27, 2017

Listening Carefully written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 She’s wanted to be carried on the wind for years,...

English Poetry

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River Green

Cristina Munoz·September 23, 2017

River Green written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 once a physic revealed while pregnant with me my mother’s...

Poetry English Featured Post

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The Quilt

Ipsita Banerjee·September 19, 2017

The Quilt written by: Ipsita Banerjee @ipsyb I brought myself a bolt of cloth made of the...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Her Last Snow

Eli Garcia·September 9, 2017

Her Last Snow written by: Eli Garcia She never cried. From pain or fear. Or frustration. When...

English Poetry

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Iron Sky

James Bell·August 27, 2017

Iron Sky written by: James Bell @bel_avocat “Mother”, she cried, from beneath the iron sky, Her plaintiff...

English Poetry

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Facebook In Heaven

Lakita Speaks·August 22, 2017

Facebook In Heaven written by: Lakita Speaks @LakitaSpeakred Is there a Facebook in heaven? Sometimes while thinking...

Poetry English

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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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