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Life All In

Dawn Minott·April 9, 2022

Life All In written by: Dawn Minott If I closed my eyes, then opened them and life...

English Poetry

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The Rough, Violet Stone

Eric Robert Nolan·April 4, 2022

The Rough, Violet Stone written by: Eric Robert Nolan Life is too short for accord. Bestow to...

English Poetry

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Refinishing

Amy J. Markstahler·April 3, 2022

Refinishing written by: Amy J. Markstahler @Ajmarkstahler I walk through my empty house, a house Liam and...

Literature English Featured Post

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CISZA ŚWIATA

Konrad Stawiarski·April 3, 2022

CISZA ŚWIATA written by: Konrad Stawiarski Poranku mój poranny- poranku zachodzisz. W strefy Cię ubieram- w ciszę...

International Poetry Polish

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The Three Year Gap

Glo Curl·March 29, 2022

The Three Year Gap written by: Glo Curl I was thirteen when I discovered I might never...

Literature English

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Abandoned House at Sunset

John Grey·March 3, 2022

Abandoned House at Sunset written by: John Grey Window half-reflective, garden gone wild, antique fireplace ablaze as...

English Poetry

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Doing Time

C H Elton·February 20, 2022

Doing Time written by: C H Elton @sdc130764 Yes, I did the crime and so yes, I...

I See You

Gail Constable·February 15, 2022

I See You written by: Gail Constable Tipping back that Beer wearing your Military jacket, buzz Cut,...

Poetry English

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Vale of Heartbeats

Christina·February 11, 2022

Vale of Heartbeats written by: Christina @CT_firelights Vestiges of blue reflect dulcet pieces in the vale of...

Poetry English

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The Wastelands

Joseph S. Roberts·February 7, 2022

The Wastelands written by: Joseph S. Roberts The mud squished under my feet as I ran across...

Literature English

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Mirrored Reflection

Verona Jones·February 4, 2022

Mirrored Reflection written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Shimmering image slowly appears tracing ancient runes that glimmer. Inside a...

Poetry English

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The Sun, Moon and Life

Shreya Sharma·February 1, 2022

The Sun, Moon and Life written by: Shreya Sharma The sun glows with flashy spirals onto my...

Poetry English

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Les Yeux

Bhavya Prabhakar·January 30, 2022

Les Yeux written by: Bhavya Prabhakar “Les yeux sont les portes qui portent l’homme vers l’âme.” –...

Poetry French International

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At The Gate

Glynn Sinclare·January 17, 2022

At The Gate written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare Assume not I am so dark, with shadow deep...

Poetry English

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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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