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And Earth

Alan Mitnick·August 10, 2024

And Earth written by: Alan Mitnick @alan.mitnick A pebble in my boot as I hike to the...

Poetry English

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An Egret Unencounter

John Grey·January 27, 2024

An Egret Unencounter written by: John Grey As I dozed off, I spied the egret from the...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Inscrutable

Gosha Kulisiewicz·November 8, 2023

Inscrutable written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal - Rolled by the wind, tossed like broken crumbs of dark notes...

International Poetry Polish English

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Sandpiper

Clive Grewcock·September 16, 2023

Sandpiper written by: Clive Grewcock Jittering across the shingle like a shifting shape of light glancing over...

Poetry English

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Changing The Past

Dessy Tsvetkova·March 3, 2023

Changing The Past written by: Dessy Tsvetkova If only I knew I would plant two drops of...

Poetry English

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Hide and Seek

Bala·September 7, 2022

Hide and Seek written by: Bala He twisted his fingers and then his hands, stopped, picked up...

Literature 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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Cast Off

Mercury

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Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

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The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

The Devil Calls

Broken

Whispers of The Brooks

When We Forget

To Hold The Sea

Their Orange Suits

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And Earth

An Egret Unencounter

Inscrutable

Sandpiper

Changing The Past

Hide and Seek

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