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Diminishing Light

Alex Reiner·January 17, 2024

Diminishing Light written by: Alex Reiner You’ve lost. Emptiness was left behind. Like a seashell at the...

English Literature

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A Winter Eden

Spillwords·January 7, 2024

A Winter Eden a poem by: Robert Frost A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Today, I Understand

Riry Dione·January 5, 2024

Today, I Understand written by: Riry Dione I looked into my hunger And it gaped back at...

Poetry English

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Vagabond Tinsel

Sterling Warner·January 1, 2024

Vagabond Tinsel written by: Sterling Warner Tinsel along the freeway haphazardly tossed like Mardi Gras beads by...

Poetry English

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In The Red Suit

Eric Machan Howd·December 19, 2023

In The Red Suit written by: Eric Machan Howd Behind the safety of wadding and a wise-white...

Poetry English Christmas

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Mrs. Claus

R.D. Henry·December 15, 2023

Mrs. Claus written by: R.D. Henry On a starry winter night, Mrs. Claus arrives at Eliza’s Tea...

English Literature Christmas

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Fall in Grand Canyon

Carmen Frech Oliveri·December 11, 2023

Fall in Grand Canyon written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri Rustling, red leaves, green still peeks over rocks,...

Poetry English

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The Monarch Butterfly Biosphere Reserve

Christian Ward·November 23, 2023

The Monarch Butterfly Biosphere Reserve, Near Angangueo written by: Christian Ward The ancient forests worship the red...

English Poetry

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Covered Bridges

Brian Beatty·November 3, 2023

Covered Bridges written by: Brian Beatty @brianbeattympls Their quaint exteriors may be painted innocent barn red, but...

English Poetry

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You’re No Good For Me

Sheila Henry·September 9, 2023

You’re No Good For Me written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 Closed off heart when you came around....

English Poetry

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I’ll Never Make It

Tohm Bakelas·August 24, 2023

I’ll Never Make It written by: Tohm Bakelas fifteen minutes late red traffic lights everywhere— i should...

Poetry English

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Bells

Spillwords·July 23, 2023

Bells a poem by: Sara Teasdale AT six o’clock of an autumn dusk With the sky in...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Red, a poem by Jackie Chou at Spillwords.com

Red

Jackie Chou·June 4, 2023

Red written by: Jackie Chou I’ve always been wary of the color red It sticks out like...

English Poetry

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Night

Timothy Wallstrom·March 31, 2023

Night written by: Timothy Wallstrom The night sky was red Warm mist in the clean wind blows...

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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