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Lori Marchesin·May 15, 2023

Opening written by: Lori Marchesin The door was born out of longing for entrances to worlds man...

Poetry English

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Gdy Jesień Złotem Się Mieni…

Marian Dziwisz·October 13, 2022

Gdy Jesień Złotem Się Mieni… written by: Marian Dziwisz Gdy jesień złotem się mieni, i zboża już...

International Poetry Polish

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Ezoteryczne Remedium

Yvette Popławska·June 2, 2022

Ezoteryczne Remedium written by: Yvette Popławska @YPoplawska Dotyka pędzlem życia ametystową barwę fiołkowa słodka wonność w nozdrza...

International Featured Post Poetry Polish

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Second Chance

Michal Reibenbach·March 14, 2022

Second Chance written by: Michal Reibenbach My family lives in a dilapidated lodge next to a large...

Literature English

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Walking The Children

Laura J. Hanson·February 4, 2022

Walking The Children written by: Laura J. Hanson @ljbettag Walking home, the children threw apples at her....

Literature English

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Leviathan Tours

Jason O'Toole·January 7, 2020

Leviathan Tours written by: Jason O’Toole This morning in the kitchen, after first asking if you had...

Poetry English Featured Post

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An Orchard of Hazels

Janina Osewska·February 20, 2019

Poetry Polish English International

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

Features

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Cast Off

Mercury

Interviews

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Spotlight On Writers – Darryl B

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Creatures of Habit

Forbidden

The Road to Pelathousa

The Garden of Hesperides

The Barren Orchard

The Haunt

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Opening

Gdy Jesień Złotem Się Mieni…

Ezoteryczne Remedium

Second Chance

Walking The Children

Leviathan Tours

An Orchard of Hazels

Bonfire of Resolve

Mercury

Still Standing Tall

Cast Off

Every Day, at Five A.M.

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Zombie

Creatures of Habit

Milli-Between-Seconds

The Lonely Hour

Slowly

You’ll Be Fine