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Beyond Time and Space

Lori Marchesin·November 19, 2023

Beyond Time and Space written by: Lori Marchesin You often enter my dreams but I don’t have...

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Becoming

Pacella Chukwuma-Eke·August 21, 2023

Becoming written by: Pacella Chukwuma-Eke @dancing_poet I this poem begins with a girl living inside a canvas...

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Poem On His Birthday

David Dumouriez·August 4, 2023

Poem On His Birthday written by: David Dumouriez Twenty-two years sighs the source of all tears, but...

English Poetry

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Blue Man

Bruce Snyder·July 27, 2023

Blue Man written by: Bruce Snyder Alice knows she has just a few minutes before the wall...

A Poet’s Public Service Announcement

John Grey·July 8, 2023

A Poet’s Public Service Announcement written by: John Grey All this pain comes with the territory. Veneer...

Brush Sigh Sleep

J. Iner Souster·June 16, 2023

Brush Sigh Sleep written by: J. Iner Souster @iner We’ve all seen those people pass us by...

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I Am Light and Dark

Laura Hughes·May 22, 2023

I Am Light and Dark written by: Laura Hughes @wordsspilled I am made of both light and...

Poetry English

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The Scarred Ones

Sandi Wallace·May 3, 2023

The Scarred Ones written by: Sandi Wallace Traces, faint, red puckered and angry Hidden inside. The scars...

English Poetry

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Scars of The Ages

Jenna Gee·April 22, 2023

Scars of The Ages written by: Jenna Gee @_SunshineArtist Mother Earth, weeps in endless sorrow Bearing the...

English Poetry

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Touched

Gargi Sidana·April 19, 2023

Touched written by: Gargi Sidana Vault Latent in Abysaal of the chest Puffy- eyes gnawing at windy...

English Poetry

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Self-Portrait

Aloysius S. Harmon Jr·March 30, 2023

Self-Portrait written by: Aloysius S. Harmon Jr Sometimes, When my wounds feed, A river into eyelids, I...

English Poetry

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Think Not

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris·March 27, 2023

Think Not written by: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Think not that my skin is pocked and mottled because I...

Poetry English

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Bold Therapy

Dan Provost·February 10, 2023

Bold Therapy (Pincus Form) written by: Dan Provost Blood flows from scars too old for testimony. Cares,...

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I Won’t Forget My Classroom Globes…

Dmitriy Belyanin·December 5, 2022

I Won’t Forget My Classroom Globes… written by: Dmitriy Belyanin I won’t forget my classroom globes. All...

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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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