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Refractions

Thom Klodowsky·February 23, 2023

Refractions written by: Thom Klodowsky The sun drills into my apartment (vis-a-vis my eyes) through our Southwestern...

English Poetry

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Hog Swill

Fay L. Loomis·June 8, 2022

Hog Swill written by: Fay L. Loomis Dad held the purse strings as tight as his fist...

Literature English

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Look

Chasity Gaines·June 3, 2022

Look written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Look up Stars twinkle as they dance The moon, a sliver...

Poetry English

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Meat Pleasure

Jegadeesh Kumar·October 16, 2021

Meat Pleasure written by: Jegadeesh Kumar Venison is delectable Deerskin is precious Charming is her frightened look...

Poetry English

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Death, The New Squatter

Chaitali Sengupta·October 12, 2021

Death, The New Squatter written by: Chaitali Sengupta @Chaital59764003 The long shriek of the ambulance tears through...

English Poetry

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My Chrysalis

Giti Tyagi·September 21, 2021

My Chrysalis written by: Giti Tyagi Wherein I fell prey to my own self, Pleasant silky sessile cocoon,...

English Poetry

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Bleached Shadows

Freya Pickard·June 22, 2021

Bleached Shadows written by: Freya Pickard @FreyasClippings bleached shadows reveal these stilted masks that hide the truth...

Poetry English

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URGE

Annalyn Neo Celeste·March 17, 2021

URGE written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr Park your head Upon my lap Let my fingers Drive...

Poetry English

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The Hunt

Jenise Cook·November 3, 2020

The Hunt written by: Jenise Cook @jenisecook Rising, the moon glows. Rising, he trims his arrows. The prey...

Poetry English

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Goblin in Eden

Amadi Andy Amadi·September 14, 2020

Goblin in Eden written by: Amadi Andy Amadi Eden is now a lonely place, a lowly place....

English Poetry

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The Old Man and The Train

Michael McCarthy·July 23, 2020

The Old Man and The Train written by: Michael McCarthy @FlateyeFiction With the latest attack on an...

Michael McCarthy English Literature

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Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood

Eric Robert Nolan·June 7, 2020

Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood written by: Eric Robert Nolan “Show me a sane man...

English Featured Post Poetry

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I Am What You Want

Magdalena Podobińska·April 18, 2020

I Am What You Want written by: Magdalena Podobińska I am what you want I sing out of...

Poetry English

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Shadow Rider

Shelly Norris·March 14, 2020

Shadow Rider written by: Shelly Norris The first sighting he appeared at dusk. Just stood there, statuesque...

English Poetry

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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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