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Trench Art

Stephen Kingsnorth·November 11, 2022

Trench Art written by: Stephen Kingsnorth Over the top, crȇpe poppies, red, shimmy shimmer, stink from mud,...

English Poetry

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The Angst of Global War

Satis Shroff·May 27, 2022

The Angst of Global War The Sunflowers and Poppies Grow written by: Satis Shroff @SatisShroff1 Putin shakes...

Poetry English

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Poppies

Sujatha Warrier·May 4, 2021

Poppies written by: Sujatha Warrier @SujathaWarrier The day still simmers for all its burnt out summers in...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Poppy

Wolfgang H.·February 4, 2020

Poppy written by: Wolfgang H. oh Poppy dear what have I done your blossom is so sweet...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Poppies On Ludlow Castle

Spillwords·July 28, 2019

Poppies On Ludlow Castle written by: Willa Cather THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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California Poppies

Fotoula Reynolds·April 22, 2019

California Poppies written by: Fotoula Reynolds She fell to her knees Opened her wings Forgiveness flourished The...

Poetry English

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A Flower Bloomed

huntersjames·July 27, 2017

A Flower Bloomed written by: huntersjames @huntersjames Went hunting today, ‘twas me my girl did bring Slowly...

Poetry English

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Daddy!

Anahit Arustamyan·June 19, 2016

DADDY! written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 There are plenty of flowers in May. Daddy! Which ones should I...

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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Trench Art

The Angst of Global War

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Poppies On Ludlow Castle

California Poppies

A Flower Bloomed

Daddy!

To Grandmother’s House

The Visit

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

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Naughty Or Nice

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Bonfire of Resolve

Box or an Urn

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Your Silence is The Biggest Crime in Gaza

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