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Lovesick

Claire L. Marsh·March 5, 2023

Lovesick written by: Claire L. Marsh @ClaireL_M Why am I so obsessed with your face? It’s comprised...

English Poetry

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Giraffed Leaves Behind The Scenes

Petro C. K.·February 16, 2023

Giraffed Leaves Behind The Scenes written by: Petro C. K. @petro_ck. Unreasonably buggered and moreover dangerous quiet...

English Poetry

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Jigsaw

Andrew Minhinnick·February 13, 2023

Jigsaw written by: Andrew Minhinnick @Minhinnick_A When love tumbles into lives and those two sets of jigsaw...

Poetry English

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Blanket-Covered Truffles

Akri·December 29, 2022

(Blanket-Covered Truffles) written by: Akri @bic46563101 There is a wave of distortion Like it touched everything and...

English Poetry

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Still is Nystagmus

Petro C. K.·September 24, 2022

Still is Nystagmus written by: Petro C. K. @petro_ck i. ponds edge into this broken season knees...

English Poetry

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I Love Thee Not

Shayan Das·August 13, 2022

I Love Thee Not written by: Shayan Das @shdpoems I love thee not but only when in...

English Poetry

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Snowflakes in A Famous Tail

Chad Norman·April 21, 2022

Snowflakes in A Famous Tail written by: Chad Norman @ChadNormanPoet Outside where ominous and viral air waits...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Realization Dawns

Jeff Flesch·April 8, 2022

Realization Dawns written by: Jeff Flesch @FleschJeff Breaking waves, remind me of breaking hearts, in time with...

English Poetry

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Some Odious Thoughts of a Man

Dawid Bunikowski·February 24, 2022

Some Odious Thoughts of a Man written by: Dawid Bunikowski @BunikowskiDawid I In Northern Karelian forests there...

It All Makes Sense Now

Robyn MacKinnon·February 20, 2022

It All Makes Sense Now written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat It all makes sense now sequin erlenmeyer...

English Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry

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The Meaning of Love

Eoghan Lyng·January 26, 2022

The Meaning of Love written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng “Rain. It is always raining. Has it ever...

English Literature

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Jenny Hyde

Kate Aranda Nye·October 12, 2021

Jenny Hyde written by: Kate Aranda Nye Some folks said that my grandmother, on my father’s side,...

English Literature Featured Post

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Sur Reality

Genie Nakano·April 23, 2021

Sur Reality written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini we travel to a foreign land backpacks only spoon to...

Poetry English

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Sense of Life

Thaddeus Hutyra·February 2, 2021

Sense of Life written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 Sense of life alike sparks of light is the...

Poetry 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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