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Chloe Gilholy·November 22, 2017

I Want written by: Chloe Gilholy I want to wake to the smell of tulips lie back...

English Poetry

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Currents

Taru Of Hearts·September 1, 2017

Currents written by: Taru Of Hearts @taruofhearts Go Go Go with the flow But whose flow are...

Poetry English

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Medicantation

Michael Shea·August 25, 2017

Medicantation written by: Michael Shea @calmsbehaviour Breathe, singular and pure in like the wind through the drapes...

Poetry English

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Her Blank Canvas

Gavin Haycock·April 19, 2017

Her Blank Canvas written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces strange, somewhat, how an image can invoke a sense...

English Poetry

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The Five Senses

Ipsita Banerjee·January 11, 2017

The five senses written by: Ipsita Banerjee @ipsyb Winter came early this year. Across the city comes...

English Poetry

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It´s Crazy How Much I Crave You

Astrid Marie Olsson·May 10, 2016

It´s crazy how much i crave you written by: Astrid Marie Olsson @Astrid__marie It´s crazy how much i...

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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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