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Windmill Thoughts

Mark Kuglin·June 23, 2024

Windmill Thoughts written by: Mark Kuglin @cr8fiction My thoughts are like a windmill On a breezeless day...

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Sonic Certitude and Servitude

Heath Brougher·September 18, 2023

Sonic Certitude and Servitude written by: Heath Brougher Writing writhesome reviews of a raucous racket reaching through otoliths...

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Detonation

Ricky Hawthorne·September 14, 2023

Detonation written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames He soars… Rising rhythmically from the court Propelled by flesh and...

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Identity Versus Ego

Kate MacDonald·May 29, 2023

Identity Versus Ego written by: Kate MacDonald @etherealtruth Should I be intimidated by her air of superiority,...

English Poetry

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Women at Crossroads

Jen Schneider·April 6, 2023

Women at Crossroads 20 (plus) Ways to Disrupt a Timeline written by: Jen Schneider 1. To vote...

English Poetry

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A Late Summer Night’s Dream

Sonia FL Leung·March 16, 2023

A Late Summer Night’s Dream written by: Sonia FL Leung Like ten thousand fireflies in the night...

Poetry English

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The Death of Percy Lapid

April Mae M. Berza·January 13, 2023

The Death of Percy Lapid How the Death of Percy Lapid Inspired a Filipino Movement of Justice Against...

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Licensed To Linger

A J Wilson·June 22, 2022

Licensed To Linger written by: A J Wilson In the underground beneath low skies, holograms move to...

English Poetry

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Shadow

Branwen Rhiannon Drew·May 4, 2022

Shadow written by: Branwen Rhiannon Drew @BranwenDrew Out for a walk. Sun shining on my back. Look...

English Poetry

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There She Was

Andrew Ray Williams·April 29, 2022

There She Was written by: Andrew Ray Williams @andrewraywill Dainty arms raised, as morning rays beam. Loose...

Poetry English

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As She Moved

John Drudge·April 16, 2022

As She Moved written by: John Drudge Time stilled When she walked across The room Stopping his...

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Expressions

Deesha Lathigara·February 23, 2022

Expressions written by: Deesha Lathigara Deep within the eyes of a dancer, irises and poems bloom On...

Poetry English

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The Box in The Attic

Toni Livesey·January 31, 2022

The Box in The Attic written by: Toni Livesey “Just a little more… just a little more…”...

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Seeing and Seething

Connor Ball·January 8, 2022

Seeing and Seething written by: Connor Ball Shaky hands to tear at one’s soul. Wrinkly hands inspiring....

English Poetry

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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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