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Garden Fairies

Andrada Costoiu·May 26, 2020

Garden Fairies written by: Andrada Costoiu The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven, Nature was not...

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An orphan and Christmas

Inam Ullah·December 24, 2018

An orphan and Christmas written by: Inam Ullah The cold breeze of winter, Tries its best to...

English Poetry Christmas

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Ragamuffin

Rimli Bhattacharya·August 10, 2018

Ragamuffin written by: Rimli Bhattacharya @rimli76 She had sad eyes When I asked her – “Are you...

English Poetry

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Unspoken Fears

LlakaTshesane·August 1, 2018

Unspoken Fears written by: Llaka Tshesane The thoughts sneak in slowly, From how you’ve lost a parent...

English Poetry

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Little Orphan

Mary Bone·December 25, 2017

Little Orphan written by: Mary Bone Little orphan on the street, looks in store windows at yummy...

English Poetry Christmas

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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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