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3 Hours at Cape Hatteras

John Hansen·April 27, 2021

3 Hours at Cape Hatteras written & performed by: John Hansen My father pissed behind a dune...

English Poetry

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Bending Time

Christina·April 5, 2021

Bending Time written by: Christina @CT_firelights Flip the hourglass climbing orbs wax in flares of motion as...

English Poetry

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Roses on Mars

Aurora Kastanias·March 11, 2021

Roses on Mars written by: Aurora Kastanias Dusty sky red sands under my feet My substance feels...

Poetry English Featured Post

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I Am The Raging Ocean

Caleb Burphy·February 25, 2021

I Am The Raging Ocean written by: Caleb Burphy Abstruse waves of the Ocean accost and thrust...

English Poetry

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At The Sea-Side

Spillwords·January 17, 2021

At The Sea-Side a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson When I was down beside the sea A...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Repeating Cycle

Oladosu Michael Emerald·January 13, 2021

Repeating Cycle written by: Oladosu Michael Emerald @GemmyEmerald Life is like grains of sand, Slipping through fingers....

Poetry English

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A Soldier’s Christmas

Brad Osborne·December 17, 2020

A Soldier’s Christmas written by: Brad Osborne With nary a pine in sight In this dry and...

Poetry Christmas English

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Rain, Rain

Godwin Oyewole·November 13, 2020

Rain, Rain written by: Godwin Oyewole From the north swung Dry, wild Hurrying Fast To the market...

Poetry English

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White Desert

Sujatha Warrier·September 16, 2020

White Desert written by: Sujatha Warrier @SujathaWarrier Moon so showers light on the desert sands, the night...

Poetry English

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SAND STORM

Ibrahim Idris·September 11, 2020

SAND STORM written by: Ibrahim “dreezy” Idris I’ll write you memoir of horror Then bury it in...

Poetry English

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Walk With Me

James Bell·August 28, 2020

Walk With Me written by: James Bell @bel_avocat A ways along the beach, a head wind whips...

Poetry English

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Rimini Beach

Eoghan Lyng·June 15, 2020

Rimini Beach written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Sanded feet belying weathering pools Passengers creaking their vehicled carriers...

Poetry English

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Death of A Poet

John Baverstock·May 8, 2020

Death of A Poet written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Trying to rediscover, That one thing taken for granted,...

English Poetry

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Dreams

Elaine Marie Carnegie-Padgett·December 30, 2019

Dreams written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 My feet feel the grain of the sand underneath and my...

English Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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