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Crab Island

Leslie Rider·July 7, 2023

Crab Island written by: Leslie Rider @writer317537 Sent Sat, Feb 4, 2023, at 9:00 AM To: Todd.Sullivan@thesun.org...

Literature English

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Braille

Stephen Kingsnorth·January 4, 2023

Braille written by: Stephen Kingsnorth A bumpy road to navigate, to let your feelings trace the route,...

English Poetry

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Dreams Are No Longer Riding A Tram

Gosha Kulisiewicz·November 6, 2022

Dreams Are NO Longer Riding A Tram written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal - a projectile hits the vehicle...

English International Poetry Polish

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The Fourth Bus Stop

Peter Farrar·April 14, 2022

The Fourth Bus Stop written by: Peter Farrar The bus rumbles under him like an irregular heartbeat....

Literature English Featured Post

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Rest Stop of Babel

J.S. Mannino·January 31, 2022

Rest Stop of Babel written by: Joseph Mannino I set out late this morning On my daily...

English Poetry

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The Route Home

LadyLily·November 23, 2020

The Route Home written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A joyful reunion with loved ones, We will grip gauntlets...

English Poetry

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Louise lives on a Gulf Island in the Salish Sea, wandering beaches with her Sheepadoodle, Beaumont. A former executive in the homeless-serving sector, she writes with raw honesty about the human condition – most recently detailing her journey caregiving for her husband with late-stage COPD. Her writing career spans decades, from a 1988 feature on WWII POWs to plays with street youth, OpEds, documentaries, and 4,500+ blog posts on her original platform, Recover Your Joy until she migrated to, Dare Boldly. An artist and author, Louise is currently co-president of the Gabriola Arts Council and is editing her upcoming memoir, The Caregiver's Mutiny: Dismantling the Noble Lies of Caregiving. Find her daily on Substack at She Dares Boldly, exploring poetry, fiction, and what it means to be truly sovereign.

Beryl by Liz Berg

My Auntie Beryl was a gal. That’s what they called her. Always with a fag in her mouth, laughing eyes crinkling against the smoke. She had lived life hard, or so she said. A secretary in a busy office, she wore tight skirts and high heels that she kicked off discreetly under the desk whenever she got a chance, whenever He wasn’t around. She used to tell me these stories amid great bursts of laughter. One hand holding a cocktail with elegance, the plastic cherry on the stick poking through the maraschino cherry dangling in the alcohol...

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Crab Island

Braille

Dreams Are No Longer Riding A Tram

The Fourth Bus Stop

Rest Stop of Babel

The Route Home

Selfless

A Glimmer in Time

The Enchanted Bleedin’ Forest

This City is Mine

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Who Will Dig Your Grave

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How Much Longer?

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