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The Cart of Life

Sujata Dash·February 28, 2023

The Cart of Life written by: Sujata Dash The cart of life lunges forward takes me through...

Poetry English

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In Mumbai

Nazim ZarSinner·January 10, 2023

In Mumbai written by: Nazim ZarSinner Life was fine – when was with me that teenage girl...

Poetry English

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In The Land of Birth

Kapardeli Eftichia·December 18, 2022

In The Land of Birth written by: Kapardeli Eftichi @eftichia1 - My hands are filled, God Hikers of the great...

International English Poetry Christmas

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Driver Crisis

Arthur John Smith·December 14, 2021

Driver Crisis written by: Arthur John Smith Christmas cancelled? How Satanic! Are we controlled by Isis? No,...

Poetry Christmas English

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Our Children’s Feet Like Stars

Maria J. Estrada·November 23, 2021

Our Children’s Feet Like Stars written by: Maria J. Estrada @drmariajestrada Our Children’s feet like stars Will...

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 ...

Features

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Barney and His Angel

To Grandmother’s House

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Spotlight On Writers – John Neff

Interview Q&A With P.A. O’Neil

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Grandchild

Behind My Eyes

Journey Home

It’s Just a Dandelion

Sky Soaked with Fire

roads

The Cart of Life

In Mumbai

In The Land of Birth

Driver Crisis

Our Children’s Feet Like Stars

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

Naughty Or Nice

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

The Waiting

Never Know

Grandchild

Lips Between Lips

A Strange Place