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Pedicure Weekends

Kashiana Singh·November 8, 2019

Pedicure Weekends written by: Kashiana Singh Foliaged summertime A woman slowly massaged Sterilized of fishy smells Breathing...

Poetry English

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Faithful

Richard Grahn·September 13, 2019

Faithful written by: Richard Grahn the baker’s shop is empty I bought its last loaf of bread...

English Poetry

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Lovers without love

Gabriela M·August 23, 2019

lovers without love written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 you, quest of lovers without love your unrelenting islands...

Poetry English

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Diving Deep

ReBecca DeFazio·August 16, 2019

Diving Deep written by: ReBecca DeFazio @MisplacedPetals There is something peaceful about burying my feet in the...

English Poetry

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Sand Script

Doug Donnan·February 28, 2019

Sand Script written by: Doug Donnan The message was clear when the letters were new Etched in...

Poetry English

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Coquina Clams

Sunmy Brown·February 21, 2019

Coquina Clams written by: Sunmy Brown The salty seawater, rhythmically rushing toward the vacant shoreline. Receding back...

Poetry English

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Cloud And Sand

Arpan Christy·August 11, 2018

Cloud and Sand written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy Above the sand, thirsty for years, sometimes stops a...

English Poetry

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Sand

Freya Pickard·June 6, 2018

Sand written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard sand harsh grains burning, scraping, building fire heart; water song quenching,...

English Poetry

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The Color Of Beach Sand

Kindra M. Austin·April 2, 2018

The Color of Beach Sand written by: Kindra M. Austin @AustinKindra We had you pushed into the...

Poetry English

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Footprints

Shade·August 21, 2017

Footprints written by: Shade @Ishan_Faragh Those footprints on the desert sand, Cutting across the sea of moon-lit...

Poetry English

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Sand Shifts

Jan Smith·September 21, 2016

Sand Shifts written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Sand shifts Waves wash away the edges Time endless… She...

English

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My Summer

Marta Compagnone·July 18, 2016

My Summer written by: Marta Compagnone @martacompagnone I look at blue sea:/ it’s drawing my memories/ on...

English

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CALIMA

Anne G·July 10, 2016

CALIMA poetry by Anne G @TheInkTruth The great Saharan’s desert sands travel west within the Sal across the...

Anne G English Poetry

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Shadows creep

Dragonsilk·May 18, 2016

Shadows creep written by: Dragonsilk @dragons1lk As the shadows creep across the sand the seas kiss cools...

English

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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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