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Tim Gardiner·April 6, 2020

Unlocked written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 pandemic exponential growth in poetry...

Poetry English

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Life In Times of Corona

Rana Preet Gill·April 5, 2020

Life In Times of Corona written by: Rana Preet Gill @DrRanaPreetGill The air is glum. It reeks...

Article English

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Isolation

prikcab (Ian Perlman)·April 5, 2020

Isolation written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) as distances lay immeasurable as silence sounds deafening turn down the...

English Poetry

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Jesteśmy z Tobą Italio

Zbigniew Roth·April 5, 2020

Jesteśmy z Tobą Italio written by: Zbigniew Roth pod niebem Rzymu ludzie umierają promienie słońca czernią otulone...

Poetry Polish English International

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Covid-19

Glynn Sinclare·April 3, 2020

Covid-19 written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I see the cloths blowing in the wind, the garden flowering...

Poetry English

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COVID-19

JahArt Kushite·April 3, 2020

COVID-19 written by: JahArt Kushite there is a dark cloud hovering over mother earth she is clasped...

English Poetry

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Quarantined

Daniel Gekonge·April 2, 2020

Quarantined written by: Daniel Gekonge @Dan_Gekonge1 I stand here Behind bars Ready to sink Into the earth...

English Poetry

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Panic

Eliza Segiet·April 1, 2020

Poetry Polish English International

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Coronavirus The Invisible Beast

Donna Africa·April 1, 2020

Coronavirus The Invisible Beast written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica The time has come to unite To collectively...

English Poetry

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PANDEMIC

Dr. Humeira Jawed·March 31, 2020

PANDEMIC written by: Dr. Humeira Jawed It happened first, Happening now Questions dispersed, Wondering how… Diseased, dumbfounded,...

English Poetry

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NO PLACE TO GO

Dilip Mohapatra·March 30, 2020

NO PLACE TO GO written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo As I rock on my recliner and browse the news...

Poetry English

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Streets

David Dephy·March 28, 2020

Streets written by: David Dephy Looking at the empty streets. Beauty needs to be seen. I know...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Coronavirus

Lali Tsipi Michaeli·March 26, 2020

Coronavirus written by: Lali Tsipi Michaeli translated by: Maayan Eitan Chaos allows for a new social order...

English Poetry

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Everyday I Turn On The News

Jake Cosmos Aller·March 26, 2020

Everyday I Turn On The News written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller every day I turn on the...

Poetry English

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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 ...

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