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Reflecting Glass

Tessa Weitemeier·August 29, 2022

Reflecting Glass written by: Tessa Weitemeier @TessaWeitemeier You’re a broken piece of glass Reflecting mistakes from the...

English Poetry

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Let it Go

Renuka·August 16, 2022

Let it Go written by: Renuka @voiceofrenuka Let it go, baby Let it go I know, I...

English Poetry

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Vale of Heartbeats

Christina·February 11, 2022

Vale of Heartbeats written by: Christina @CT_firelights Vestiges of blue reflect dulcet pieces in the vale of...

English Poetry

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A Pictured Perfect Piece

Cindy Georgakas·January 15, 2022

A Pictured Perfect Piece written by: Cindy Georgakas Puzzle pieces Scattered like mosaic art. Some fit, some...

Poetry English

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Fluidity is Mine

Lauren M. Hancock·January 1, 2022

Fluidity is Mine written by: Lauren M. Hancock strip the layers of calcified anger the veins deepened...

Poetry English Featured Post

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So Long

Ingrid Wilson·September 3, 2021

So Long written by: Ingrid Wilson @Experimentsinfc I will not buy it on my flesh so hard,...

Poetry English

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Broken Pieces

Skylar Peck·August 13, 2021

Broken Pieces written by: Skylar Peck heart of glass in shards pick them up, swallow the wince...

English Poetry

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Outsider

Anant Dhavale·June 25, 2021

Outsider written by: Anant Dhavale @anant_dh1 Once you become an outsider you remain one there is a...

Poetry English

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Ashes to Ashes

Aishwariya Laxmi·June 11, 2021

Ashes to Ashes written by: Aishwariya Laxmi @aishwariya The charred remains of my heart Taste like the...

English Poetry

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His Love Swung Low

Kelli J Gavin·May 21, 2021

His Love Swung Low written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin His heart was meant for mine It...

English Poetry

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Pieces

K. Exum·March 16, 2021

Pieces written by: K. Exum @k_exum I keep putting all my faith into it But it all...

English Poetry

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Mosaic Pieces

Alta H Mabin·March 10, 2021

Mosaic Pieces written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin I wear my heart on my sleeve pastel silk...

English Poetry

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Who Am I

Sheri M. Stewart·February 6, 2021

Who Am I written by: Sheri M. Stewart I am shifting poetic fractures patterns random, chaotic, cracked...

Water Spills

Muntazir·July 24, 2020

Water Spills written by: Muntazir Water spills on white floor. I try to find in it my...

English Poetry

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MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

The wait is over! Introducing Rebel Claus, the ultimate Spillwords Christmas Santa, shaped by your festive imagination and votes.

Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

CLICK ON THE PHOTO to see him in all his glory and join us in celebrating our 12 Days of Christmas series in style.

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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