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This is My Father

Michael H. Brownstein·November 3, 2022

This is My Father written by: Michael H. Brownstein I always thought you would outlive me Lifting...

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A Merry Flower Beyond Your Daily Attire

Walid Boureghda·June 27, 2022

A Merry Flower Beyond Your Daily Attire written by: Walid Boureghda My freedom lies in the plenitude...

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A Beastly Cedarian’s Final Word: A Terminal Abecedarian

Ken Gosse·September 11, 2021

A Beastly Cedarian’s Final Word: A Terminal Abecedarian written by: Ken Gosse There isn’t much chance I’ll...

Raining

Simona Prilogan·March 25, 2020

Raining written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian It’s raining again cats and dogs Yet longing is flooding my...

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I Am Your Poetry

Beth Tremaglio·October 24, 2016

I am your poetry written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth I am your poetry, hidden within rhymes and...

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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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This is My Father

A Merry Flower Beyond Your Daily Attire

A Beastly Cedarian’s Final Word: A Terminal Abecedarian

Raining

I Am Your Poetry

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