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Love for Sale

Lenore Weiss·July 29, 2023

Love for Sale written by: Lenore Weiss @lenka The core group at Random Productions included myself plus...

English Featured Post Literature

·8 mins read

Scars of The Ages

Jenna Gee·April 22, 2023

Scars of The Ages written by: Jenna Gee @_SunshineArtist Mother Earth, weeps in endless sorrow Bearing the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Shell Shock

J R Xander·February 17, 2023

Shell Shock written by: J. R. Xander With eyes like pink ping-pong balls, Lennie lent in, rubbing...

English Literature

·1 min read

Almost Native

Joseph L.M. Sturm·January 8, 2023

Almost Native written by: Joseph L.M. Sturm @jlmsturm I drive on these streets passing on the corner...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Cookin’ Southern

Carl "Papa" Palmer·May 25, 2022

Cookin’ Southern written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer My sister grew up watching Mom cook in the kitchen, alarmed...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Starry Night

Pardee Lowe Jr.·May 7, 2022

Starry Night written by: Pardee Lowe Jr. Oil swirled on canvas color rioting the eye Reality in...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Scene of The Crime

Clive Grewcock·April 22, 2022

Scene of The Crime written by: Clive Grewcock My spine ran cold at the headline news. They...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying

Jim Latham·March 16, 2022

Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying written by: Jim Latham @JimLatham15 Two double espressos on top of...

English Literature

·6 mins read

Shopping

Mara Cheney·February 8, 2022

Shopping written by: Mara Cheney I’ve left my shopping partner with the intention of going home but...

English Literature

·4 mins read

My Automobile Is a Tyrant

Joan McNerney·April 13, 2021

My Automobile Is a Tyrant written by: Joan McNerney I lost it three times in a local...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Nightly Promenade

Robyn MacKinnon·January 24, 2021

Nightly Promenade written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat essential oils for my nightly promenade under the heavens ...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

·1 min read

Honoring My Ancestors

Krysia Pytlik Oxmind·November 26, 2020

Honoring My Ancestors written by: Krysia Pytlik Oxmind The list of possible hoards endless- spoons, old letters,...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Filling Station

Spillwords·March 29, 2020

Filling Station a poem by: Elizabeth Bishop Oh, but it is dirty! –this little filling station, oil-soaked,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

·1 min read

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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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