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Halloween Haikus

Leisel Brex·October 20, 2024

Halloween Haikus written by: Leisel Brex grimacing glow of Mother Nature’s amber orbs wired with vines and...

Poetry Halloween English

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All Hallows’ Eve

Gail Constable·October 20, 2023

All Hallows’ Eve written by: Gail Constable A witch stirs a Cauldron, brewing A magic potion with...

Poetry Halloween English

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All Hallows Eve & Hallowe’en

Christina Chin·October 31, 2022

All Hallows Eve & Hallowe’en written by: Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam @Christina_haiku / @MysticPoet_ All Hallows...

English Poetry Halloween

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Ebony Cauldron

Christina Ciufo·October 30, 2022

Ebony Cauldron written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo On All Hallow’s Eve, murder of crows caw while disembodied...

Poetry English Halloween

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The Alcohol Called Love

Wisdom Adediji·June 9, 2022

The Alcohol Called Love written by: Wisdom Adediji Love begets madness, so I gulp a bottle of...

English Poetry

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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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Halloween Haikus

All Hallows’ Eve

All Hallows Eve & Hallowe’en

Ebony Cauldron

The Alcohol Called Love

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

Naughty Or Nice

Never Know

Grandchild

Lips Between Lips

A Strange Place

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd