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The Visit To The Café

Rodney Ison·July 31, 2018

The Visit To The Café written by: Rodney Ison Lucy parked the car in the front yard...

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Destruction Of Everything

G. Rod Hamilton·July 21, 2018

Destruction of Everything written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe Here on Fillmore Street stands this flat-roofed home that...

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My Twelve Favourite Albums (In Poetic Order)

Michael J. Leach·July 2, 2018

My Twelve Favourite Albums (In Poetic Order) written by: Michael J Leach 1. Muse – Origin of...

English Poetry

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Worlds

LadyLily·June 1, 2018

Worlds written by: LadyLily @AFairymary On this surface our stories tend to perform a nomadic function, freedom...

English Poetry

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The Legend Of Legends

Cornelia Paun Heinzel·May 17, 2018

The Legend of Legends written by: Cornelia Paun Heinzel translated by: Filip Enache One day, God...

Literature English

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The Walk Home

RhymeRula·May 15, 2018

The Walk Home written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula Verse 1 Regaining consciousness As his languished body lays flat...

Poetry English

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Honeymoon In Mexico II

Thomas Park·May 13, 2018

Honeymoon In Mexico II written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 One of my big regrets and one of...

Literature English

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Refill

John Patrick Robbins·May 9, 2018

Refill written by: John Patrick Robbins @JohnPatrickRobb I was drunk. It was six in the morning I...

Poetry English

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Shady Street

LadyLily·April 8, 2018

Shady Street written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A finger of moonlight pokes through furtive clouds, I tread the...

Light Of The Forest

zen·January 22, 2018

Light Of The Forest written by: Zen @simplyzen80 I rush making room For rolling out the dry...

English Poetry

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I Am Jiggered

Dr Santosh Bakaya·November 29, 2017

I Am Jiggered written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya It is Roald Dahl’s 101st birthday today, and this...

English Poetry

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I’m No Hemingway

John Patrick Robbins·November 19, 2017

I’m No Hemingway written by: John Patrick Robbins We turn to vices when people let us down....

Poetry English

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Predator

LadyLily·November 8, 2017

Predator written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Saturday night, Shelton’s Shebeen. Stony cellar steps, silent goat stews, rice and...

Poetry English

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Writing Is The Easy Part

John Patrick Robbins·October 27, 2017

Writing Is The Easy Part written by: John Patrick Robbins I remember you asked me long ago,...

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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