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It Comes

R. Bremner·April 9, 2020

It Comes written by: R. Bremner It comes. It comes every day, every morning, afternoon, and night....

Poetry English

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There, She Is…

Hema Ravi·April 6, 2020

There, She Is… written by: Hema Ravi ‘Sky has eaten the moon’ said my toddler; we were out shopping...

Poetry English

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Sunday Morning

Dan Leicht·March 29, 2020

Sunday Morning written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Silent. Morning in an old log cabin Alone. Once bustling...

Poetry English

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Silent Night

Naseha Sameen·March 19, 2020

Silent Night written by: Naseha Sameen @nasehaSameen Silent night is howling I want to go home again...

Poetry English

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I Peel Paper

Kindra M. Austin·March 17, 2020

I Peel Paper written by: Kindra M. Austin @AustinKindra I peel paper, yellow— jaundice skin, is it...

English Poetry

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Power

Aurora Kastanias·February 26, 2020

Power written by: Aurora Kastanias A stranded auburn brittle leaf before me surrenders to the deftly sweep...

English Poetry

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Secret Mantra

Giovanni Fruncillo·February 20, 2020

Secret Mantra written by: Giovanni Fruncillo The winter sun is a gentle companion hiding behind the snow-clouds....

Poetry English

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A Clear Midnight

Spillwords·February 16, 2020

A Clear Midnight a poem by: Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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SILENT NOISE

Vern Fein·January 6, 2020

SILENT NOISE written by: Vern Fein Silent night, Holy Night. Holy, not silent, slam of the inn...

English Poetry

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Silent Night

Jim Bates·December 18, 2019

Silent Night written by: Jim Bates Ralph Kaczynski had been a salvation army bell ringer for seventeen...

English Literature Christmas Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas

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Dreamer’s Nightmare

Glen McKenzie·December 18, 2019

Dreamer’s Nightmare written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther a nightmare lived inside an illusion the horror of unfinished...

English Poetry

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On Halloween Night

N. K. Hasen·October 31, 2019

On Halloween Night written by: N. K. Hasen @poetrybyhasen On Halloween night they say there is Curses,...

Poetry Halloween English

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Silent Whisper

Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil·October 18, 2019

Silent Whisper written by: Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil I am like the silent oak tree standing at the...

Poetry English

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Silent Conversation

Cendrine Marrouat·September 30, 2019

Silent Conversation written by: Cendrine Marrouat @cendrinemedia Beautiful day; self-confidence in the squirrel’s stare....

Poetry English

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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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