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A Recycled Tragedy

Kerri Caldwell·July 18, 2024

A Recycled Tragedy written by: Kerri Caldwell @KerriCaldwell19 We’ve got it bad and they’ve got it made...

Poetry English

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A Constant Rearrangement

Tea Solon·April 19, 2024

A Constant Rearrangement written by: Tea Solon i mind the piece of me that awkwardly bumps into...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Ocean of Love Within

Maria Teresa Pratico-Swanson·March 14, 2024

Ocean of Love Within written by: Maria Teresa Pratico-Swanson @pratico_teresa We are in the ocean of love...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Pieces We Give Away

Melissa H Hinton·February 7, 2024

The Pieces We Give Away written by: Melissa H. Hinton @theonedaypoetIG giving pieces away- thinking small shards...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Pieces of Peace

Enoble Asuquo·July 21, 2023

Pieces of Peace written by: Enoble Asuquo Pain is motion, pleasure too, and emotions are activities, peace...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Pieces of Myself

Henry Bladon·July 10, 2023

Pieces of Myself written by: Henry Bladon @henrybladon I will bury pieces of myself, you will find them if...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Broken Pieces

Luiz Syphre·May 18, 2023

Broken Pieces written & performed by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre I wish I could gather all your shards...

English Poetry

·1 min read

You Are Loved

Benedict Hurley·May 3, 2023

You Are Loved written by: Benedict Hurley @musoman11 The time goes by so quickly but the memories...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Jigsaw

Andrew Minhinnick·February 13, 2023

Jigsaw written by: Andrew Minhinnick @Minhinnick_A When love tumbles into lives and those two sets of jigsaw...

Poetry English

·1 min read

I’ve Given Myself

Charles Kingsrod·January 3, 2023

I’ve Given Myself written by: Charles Kingsrod I’ve given myself to so many people, left part of...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Flowers From The Ashes

Tessa Weitemeier·November 25, 2022

Flowers From The Ashes written by: Tessa Weitemeier @TessaWeitemeier Let it go Set it free Open your...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Blood Sky

Jeff Flesch·October 10, 2022

Blood Sky written by: Jeff Flesch @FleschJeff I sit with my mind realizing the names and forms...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Vermilion

May Garner·September 26, 2022

Vermilion written by: May Garner I wander the skin of my hands and wonder where the darkness...

Poetry English

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Dark Puzzles, Black Pieces

Ash Douglas·September 1, 2022

Dark Puzzles, Black Pieces written by: Ash Douglas @Written_In_Ash Lying awake in the dares of the night...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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