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You Emerge…

Dr Molly Joseph·August 21, 2020

You Emerge… written by: Dr. Molly Joseph Out of life’s furnace you emerge cleansed, pure, unalloyed… the...

English Poetry

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Unspeakable Truths

Kim Willoughby·August 1, 2020

Unspeakable Truths written by: Kim Willoughby Dysfunctional family It’s a harsh reality Irrational jealousy Turns a blind...

Poetry English

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Memory Lanes & Playground Games

Kayleigh Merchant·June 13, 2020

Memory Lanes & Playground Games written by: KL Merchant Memories scatter like leaves across the hopscotch paths,...

Poetry English

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ANCHORED YET ADRIFT

Dilip Mohapatra·May 30, 2020

ANCHORED YET ADRIFT written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo The signal warns of imminent peril the waves are wild...

English Featured Post Poetry

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The Hell

Jyoti Kalita·March 6, 2020

The Hell written by: Jyoti Kalita @inkandpoesy Darkest hour of night Profanity spits on addiction For the...

Poetry English

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Salt In The Wound

C. Louise Williams·February 17, 2020

Salt In The Wound written by: C. Louise Williams @akaCLouise I remembered you sitting beneath me shining...

Poetry English

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Delicate Cravings

Madhumita Sinha·October 14, 2019

Delicate Cravings written by: Madhumita Sinha @madhu_723 I crave for you For you I Yearn So deeply...

Poetry English

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The Gravity of …

James Kenneth Blaylock·September 9, 2019

The Gravity of … written by: James Kenneth Blaylock The Gravity of… irrelevant was the label hung...

English Poetry

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This Body Mine

Linda Lee Lyberg·September 2, 2019

This Body Mine written by: Linda Lee Lyberg @charmedchaos12 You will not break me those that came...

Poetry English

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Marionette Strings

Christina Ciufo·August 6, 2019

Marionette Strings written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Burgundy curtains rise from our oval stage called relationship. ...

English Poetry

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Hug Knows

Ximena Escobar·July 28, 2019

Hug Knows written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin I know we love each other. It’s all in the...

Poetry English

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PATHWAYS

Roland Juthman·May 1, 2019

PATHWAYS written by: Roland Juthman you cannot see my scars Search as much as you want, there’s...

English Poetry

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Scars And Whiskey

John Patrick Robbins·December 27, 2018

Scars And Whiskey written by: John Patrick Robbins @JohnPatrickRobb Don’t ever believe you can fix a fractured...

Poetry English

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Cuatro Minutos Y Pico

Iban·September 25, 2018

Cuatro Minutos Y Pico written by: Ibán Arrastrado por el lodo solo busca redención es la historia...

Poetry Spanish

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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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