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Honeysuckle Tribute

David Lohrey·February 10, 2023

Honeysuckle Tribute written by: David Lohrey There can be bebop and billowing skirts, hot pastrami and cold...

Poetry English

·2 mins read

Another Sun

Loredano Cafaro·February 1, 2023

Another Sun written by: Loredano Cafaro translated by: Sabrina Beretta edited by: Kate Seger The stylus of...

Literature English

·3 mins read

Freefall

Frank Geiger·January 24, 2023

Freefall written by: Frank Geiger The fire rescue vehicle roared into the busy emergency room parking lot....

Literature English Featured Post

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It’s Different

Devonne Brown·January 19, 2023

It’s Different written by: Devonne Brown @athesaurus1 The quiet is different this morning. Its timbre has a...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Monkey Trap

Sherin Mary Zacharia·January 12, 2023

Monkey Trap written by: Sherin Mary Zacharia Would I once more be able to get myself liberated?...

English Poetry

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A Way Away Kiss

J. Maciel Costa·January 5, 2023

A Way Away Kiss written by: J. Maciel Costa Kiss that doesn’t come The best piece of...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Last

Mel Andela·December 30, 2022

The Last written by: Mel Andela A quiet That fills your ears, Pads them with silence And...

Poetry English

·1 min read

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...

Poetry English

·2 mins read

The Pause

Vidya Venkataramanan·December 28, 2022

The Pause written by: Vidya Venkataramanan Riding out the waves Of the storms of life, My little...

English Poetry

·1 min read

My Christmas Angel

Ann Parker·December 19, 2022

My Christmas Angel written by: Ann Parker I’d hung the last bauble and switched on the lights...

Christmas English Poetry

·1 min read

Peace

Clive Grewcock·December 16, 2022

Peace written by: Clive Grewcock Northern skies stretching – gentle snow shaken out. White. Falls softly on...

English Poetry Christmas

·1 min read

Love Happens

Michelle Ayon Navajas·December 10, 2022

Love Happens written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas I wonder how it feels to kiss you boy, I...

English Poetry

·1 min read

An Open Window Sounds The Same as Years Ago

Richard LeDue·December 3, 2022

An Open Window Sounds The Same as Years Ago written by: Richard LeDue @LedueRichard The empty air...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Wisteria in Spring

Benjamin J. Sams·November 26, 2022

Wisteria in Spring written by: Benjamin J. Sams There is no movement Save sparkling rain and the...

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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