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Never Like Before

Daniel Gekonge·November 20, 2020

Never Like Before written by: Daniel Gekonge @Dan_Gekonge1 I’ve been through Hell and heaven Thick and thin...

English Poetry

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I Used to Love Halloween

Catherine Gigante-Brown·October 24, 2020

I Used to Love Halloween written by: Catherine Gigante-Brown @BklynCatwoman I used to love Halloween when I...

Poetry Halloween English

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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...

Poetry English

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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...

English Poetry

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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...

English Poetry

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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...

English Poetry

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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...

English Poetry

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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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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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