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Sisifio y La Roca

ayamlearsi·August 4, 2021

Sisifio y La Roca written by: ayamlearsi @ayamlearsi Sisifo de mi día a día, Helios llega, Morfeo...

Spanish Poetry

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Season Changes For Humans, Too

Aishwarya Chauhan·August 4, 2021

Season changes for humans, too written by: Aishwarya Chauhan Old trees, Stand naked. Leaves have left them...

Poetry English

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Home

Pi·July 2, 2021

Home written by: Pi @microfiction6 You know, in my mind palace I’ve now built a glass house...

Poetry English

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Life

Mitch Bensel·May 19, 2021

Life written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling ripped the wallpaper off of my memories destroyed the table that...

English Poetry

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I Learned To Knock That Day

Alan Simpson·May 1, 2021

I Learned To Knock That Day written by: Alan Simpson @theycallmetater Many nights I went to bed...

English Poetry

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Dom Perignon

Sergio A. Ortiz·March 12, 2021

Dom Perignon written by: Sergio A. Ortiz @Saore Aquí estamos en el Jacuzzi preparando un baño de...

Spanish Poetry

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Unbelonging

Danae Spyrou·February 24, 2021

Unbelonging written by: Danae Spyrou I never believed in anything. I always belonged to the denial of...

Poetry English

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Exposed

Eva Marie Cagley·February 1, 2021

Exposed written by: Eva Marie Cagley @EvaCagley Standing here naked before you Seducing you with the melody...

English Poetry

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The Naked House

Ermelinda Makkimane·October 9, 2020

The Naked House written by: Ermelinda Makkimane @EMakkimane They’ve laid her bare, the new buyers. The traditional...

English Poetry

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Still Life Love

Michelle Dark·April 27, 2020

Still Life Love written by: Michelle Dark In the still dark early hours, Our clothes blanket the...

Poetry English

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Semi-Naked Cake

Robyn MacKinnon·March 8, 2020

Semi-Naked Cake written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat semi-naked cake living in the upside down did cowboy paintings...

Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry

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HungER

Rob Clark·September 29, 2019

HungER written by: Rob Clark @HangryPoet197 Inflicted again My addiction never ends Another vixen w/a pen Riddle...

Poetry English

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The Lunatic Patient

Stephen Izevbekhai·September 10, 2019

The Lunatic Patient written by: Stephen Izevbekhai Bundled into this closet of a building, With hands and...

English Poetry

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Tree

Bene Kusendila·May 23, 2019

Tree written by: Bene Kusendila All her colours shown. The wind shrugs them off, naked. Awe-inspiring fall....

Poetry 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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