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Black Gown

Paul Bamidele Olayioye·December 3, 2021

Black Gown written by: Paul Bamidele Olayioye I saw him – effigy eyesore figure Standing like a...

English Haunted Holidays Poetry

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A Halloween Prisoner

Jim Tritten·October 28, 2021

A Halloween Prisoner written by: Jim Tritten @jimtritten Halloween generally connotates things that scare us. I think...

Literature Halloween English

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Death Poem II

Cindy Medina·September 20, 2021

Death Poem II written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 This world, to what may I liken it? To...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Misfit Saturday

K. Hartless·July 29, 2021

Misfit Saturday written by: K. Hartless @hartless_k Pedaling through punk rock fields, neon yellow streaks, the spike...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Neon Sky

Gosha Kulisiewicz·December 8, 2019

International Poetry Polish English

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Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. In 2019, she was nominated for Best of the Net, and 2 of her poems were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses.' Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books. She is excited about her debut novel, 'Coming Home', which will be released on 18th March 2023.

The Lighthouse by Sharon Frame Gay

Maine, 1922
There are those who find the song of a foghorn mournful and foreboding. To me, it was a lullaby. I’ve been a lighthouse keeper all my life. I was born in the keeper’s cottage in 1880, next to the tower that clings to a cliff in Maine. The rhythmic bursts of light and sound that brought home lost sailors lulled me to sleep each night.
Father, and his father before him, maintained the lighthouse for over seventy years. As a child, I peered up the spiral staircase, watching Father high above as he polished the massive searchlight...

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