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Phyllis P. Colucci·April 12, 2020

COVID-19 PANDEMIC War On The World written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot You came like a thief...

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Sophia Behal·December 9, 2019

NYC Lights written by: Sophia Behal The World round? Or flat as Ground? Interlaced everywhere, connected and...

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N.Y. BUMS

James Marchiori·July 20, 2019

N.Y. BUMS written by: James Marchiori @DJames1821 A day out or in, abroad, indoor in consequence. How...

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One day does not make seventeen

Anne G·May 14, 2016

One day does not make seventeen #MyBrooklynMemoirs by Anne G One day does not make seventeen. Although...

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Brooklyn Scapes

Anne G·August 25, 2015

Brooklyn Scapes A Tale by Anne G The more I think about “My Brooklyn” childhood, the sweeter the memories…...

Anne G English My Brooklyn Poetry

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Simona is a Romanian-born published author living in UK where she enjoys her profession as a radiographer and writing as her biggest passion. Her first traditional published poetry book, Visările dintre castani (Daydreams among chestnut trees) came out this year (Siono Publishing House in Romania). Her writings are posted online on Spillwords, Webcultura, eCreator and Belgium Time. Being a woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother, an expat, a Transylvanian and a Londoner now, Simona is taking the sight to personal life experience with a social writing touch. She is a member of the World Jam, a worldwide poetry and music community based in Nottingham, where she discovered the joy of performing on stage as a poet. Simona’s most significant writing advocates and supporters are her sons who are pursuing their dreams while completing their PhD courses.

THE END OR A NEW BEGINNING? by Cristina Crucianu

I woke up to my grandmother whispering to me: “It’s over. She’s passed.”

Like an automaton, I got up, and I obliged myself to hand in the project I had been hired for before all the frenzy of organizing a funeral began. A calm sky was lazily waking up as if nothing had happened. In the distance, the roosters’ crows were alerting the villagers that it was time to wake up. The crow, accompanied by the incessant barking of neighbors’ dogs, was the perfect alarm system that even the highest alarm systems could not compete with...

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