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It’s Different

Devonne Brown·January 19, 2023

It’s Different written by: Devonne Brown @athesaurus1 The quiet is different this morning. Its timbre has a...

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Spirit

Linda Joyce Cooper·January 19, 2023

Spirit written by: Linda Joyce Cooper The Spirit flew into the Golden Sky energy rose a fluttering...

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My Pain, My Strength

Ma. Karenina Galang Patac·January 18, 2023

My Pain, My Strength written by: Ma. Karenina Galang Patac Standing all alone In a field full...

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New Year, New Blessings

Yao Liu·January 17, 2023

New Year, New Blessings written by: Yao Liu @yaopliu A new year, Presents new possibilities, New opportunities,...

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Never Alone

Damian Laounaros·January 17, 2023

Never Alone written by: Damian Laounaros @damian_laou Wherever you go it’s always there Whatever you do it...

English Poetry

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Poetry is Miserable

Aparna M P·January 17, 2023

Poetry is Miserable written by: Aparna M P Poetry is miserable It is a luxurious world of...

English Poetry

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Thought Number 205 About Old Friends and Lovers

Ray Whitaker·January 16, 2023

Thought Number 205 About Old Friends and Lovers written by: Ray Whitaker I The confusion of days...

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Whispers of The Sea

Stephen Ferrett·January 16, 2023

Whispers of The Sea written by: Stephen Ferrett The whispers of calm The whispers of peace The...

Poetry English

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Days That I Remember

Mike Henry·January 15, 2023

Days That I Remember written by: Mike Henry There are days that I remember And many I...

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La Mirada

Jose A Gomez·January 15, 2023

La Mirada written by: José A Gómez Como una simple mirada, puede causar un temor, provocar tremendo...

Spanish Poetry Jose A Gomez

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Out of Body, Into Life

Ash Douglas·January 14, 2023

Out of Body, Into Life written by: Ash Douglas @Written_In_Ash today, the air was different I paid...

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The Well

MTB Mum·January 14, 2023

The Well written by: MTB Mum You know that place we all go from time to time....

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A Bonfire

Aaysid·January 14, 2023

A Bonfire written by: Aaysid I threw a bonfire one night just for myself, but they came...

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Stairway Into Oblivion

Melanie Garfinkel Waknine·January 13, 2023

Stairway Into Oblivion written by: Melanie Garfinkel Waknine It spiraled before my eyes perhaps an illusionary demise?...

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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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