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Voyeur

Jose A Gomez·January 28, 2024

Voyeur written by: José A Gómez Al fondo del gran bosque, desnuda se encontraba, en un espacio...

Poetry Jose A Gomez Spanish

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The Living Doll

P.A. O'Neil·September 15, 2023

The Living Doll written by: P.A. O’Neil Sadie heard Mugsie coming long before she saw him. His gravelly...

English Literature

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Cat Scarf Advice

Joan Leotta·March 13, 2023

Cat Scarf Advice written by: Joan Leotta @joanleottawrite Under the awning, in the Arasta Bazaar in Istanbul,...

Literature English

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Let Us Play Chess

Simona Prilogan·March 2, 2023

Let Us Play Chess written by: Simona Prilogan Let us play chess, Blue often says While gathering...

English Poetry

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Memories of You

Cindy Georgakas·September 2, 2022

Memories of You written by: Cindy Georgakas Love falls softly in my lap as silkworms land in...

English Poetry

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The Red Rose

LadyLily·August 28, 2022

The Red Rose written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Breezes stroke her buds like a lover, blooms spring open...

Poetry English

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Mujer

Carmen Frech Oliveri·May 15, 2022

Mujer written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri Sostuve su mano sobre la arboleda, dedos pianistas recorren la piel....

Poetry Spanish

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The Town Crier

Roger Turner·March 24, 2022

The Town Crier written by: Roger Turner @titansdad In the year of our lord Sixteen Hundred Fifty...

English Poetry

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Expressions

Deesha Lathigara·February 23, 2022

Expressions written by: Deesha Lathigara Deep within the eyes of a dancer, irises and poems bloom On...

Poetry English

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Mirrored Reflection

Verona Jones·February 4, 2022

Mirrored Reflection written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Shimmering image slowly appears tracing ancient runes that glimmer. Inside a...

English Poetry

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Reverend Rupert’s Obsession

Verity Mason·October 2, 2021

Reverend Rupert’s Obsession written by: Verity Mason Reverend Rupert Dubois’ halo of blond hair shines golden with...

English Literature

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Realm of the Vermilion Bird

Cindy Medina·May 21, 2021

Realm of the Vermilion Bird written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 The Vermilion Bird; spark of mytho-poetic dreams,...

Poetry English

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Wanderlust to Assam

Deepika Singh·April 15, 2021

Wanderlust to Assam written by: Deepika Singh @Deepika50563802 Life in Assam is like a holiday, Serene and...

English Poetry

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Smell of Jehlum

Zakir Malik·January 15, 2021

Smell of Jehlum written by: Zakir Malik Thine rivers chirping from dawn till dusk are my nights...

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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