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Life, in Parentheses

Elmien Wolvaardt·September 15, 2023

Life, in Parentheses Part I written by: Elmien Wolvaardt @elmienw (still untying those toxic myths (swallowed whole...

Poetry English

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Out of Place

Aaysid·August 29, 2023

Out of Place written by: Aaysid I sleep With the windows open, Curtains pulled off From the...

Poetry English

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Folded Wings

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')·August 19, 2023

Folded Wings written by: Bipul Banerjee With folded wings, I sit in timidity In a cage with...

English Poetry

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It’s Time

Mike Henry·May 10, 2023

It’s Time written by: Mike Henry It’s 5:30 am and the patch of light on my ceiling...

English Literature

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Farewell, My Angel

Sincerelydaniela·February 18, 2023

Farewell, My Angel written by: Daniela Marie “I’m sorry” What more can I say? Your forgiveness is...

English Poetry

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Dystopian

James Phoenix·February 8, 2023

Dystopian written by: James Phoenix When I look at the world I see those blind to the...

Poetry English

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Many Fine Books

Sterling Pohlmann·February 3, 2023

Many Fine Books written by: Sterling Pohlmann @writeratwork1 Light flooded the room as the ceiling came into...

English Literature

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A Death-Bed

Spillwords·October 9, 2022

A Death-Bed a poem by: Rudyard Kipling This is the State above the Law. The State exists...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Institutionalized

T.F. Burke·September 13, 2022

Institutionalized written by: T.F. Burke @mfibrillations he sits alone on a park bench watching birds and passersby...

Poetry English

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Lonely Graves, a poem by Paul Iwunwa at Spillwords.com

The Lonely Graves

Paul Iwunwa·August 31, 2022

The Lonely Graves written by: Paul Iwunwa @Personified01 The lonely graves. A prison with many cells. Inmates...

Poetry English

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Soulknife

Eric Johnson·June 22, 2022

Soulknife written by: Eric Johnson You find yourself in a cobblestone prison You protest that your arrest...

Poetry English

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Dark Oasis

Fallen Engel·March 9, 2022

Dark Oasis written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Feral animation, what Hellscape did you sidestep from? Seer of...

Poetry English

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The Story of Ekolu

Appadurai Muttulingam·February 11, 2022

The Story of Ekolu written by: Appadurai Muttulingam translated by: Jegadeesh Kumar @jekay2ab The incident happened just...

English Literature

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Remembering Richard Mercer

Yvonne Aoll·January 2, 2022

Remembering Richard Mercer Love Song Dedications written by: Yvonne Aoll Last weekend, a friend asked me, “Can...

Article English

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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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