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The Palm Tree

Chrystine Joy·February 1, 2022

The Palm Tree written by: Chrystine Joy @ChrystineJoy4 How gloriously you tower high, Swaying with splendor up...

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My Promised Meridian

Rosa Jamali·January 27, 2021

My Promised Meridian written by: Rosa Jamali @JamaliRosa Could you possibly find the name of the City...

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A Goodbye

Agaphy·July 20, 2020

A Goodbye written by: Agaphy @agm250 summer winds— move back and forth palm branches...

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THE COIN TOSS

Dilip Mohapatra·November 5, 2019

THE COIN TOSS written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo You made me flip the coin and toss it into...

English Poetry

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Chillax

John Baverstock·August 26, 2019

Chillax written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Still, All around, Calm, Like a feather, Falling, Nestling, In your palm,...

English Poetry

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An Old Irish Blessing

Spillwords·March 17, 2015

An Old Irish Blessing May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at...

English Literary Greats

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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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