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Can You Spare A Dime?

Steve Carr·October 9, 2022

Can You Spare A Dime? written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 It was hot and my throat was...

I Dreamed My Genesis

Spillwords·December 5, 2021

I Dreamed My Genesis a poem by Dylan Thomas I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Bone Prayers

Kim M. Russell·October 19, 2021

Bone Prayers written by: Kim M. Russell @kim88110 Beware Halloween and the days in between, when knuckles...

Halloween English Poetry

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Black Heart

Valli Henry-Boldini·June 19, 2021

Black Heart written by: Valli Henry-Boldini Skeletal carobs of once dark succulent fruit Reflect your black heart...

Poetry English

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Life in My ZOO

Gerry Stefanson·February 3, 2021

Life in My ZOO written & performed by: Gerry Stefanson there is a Skeleton in my closet...

Poetry English

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Red Dust

R.C. Morgan·October 30, 2020

Red Dust written by: R.C. Morgan The school hall was timber, the exterior in need of paint....

English Literature Halloween

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Halloween Catku

Patricia Carragon·October 23, 2020

Halloween Catku written by: Patricia Carragon @BrownstonePoets black cat witches fly over pumpkin patch litter boxes by haunted...

Poetry Halloween English

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Skeleton In The Closet

Eunarielle·September 5, 2020

Skeleton In The Closet written by: Eunarielle I used to be afraid of so many things. When I...

English Poetry

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Harbingers of Democracy

Khurram Nizami·June 18, 2020

Harbingers of Democracy written by: Khurram Nizami @khurramnizami Where similar act has different fate. One is regarded as the...

English Poetry

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Fright Night Out On The Town

Ivanka Fear·October 27, 2019

Fright Night Out On The Town written by: Ivanka Fear Dressed to kill, makeup perfected, clock strikes...

Poetry Halloween English

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Haiking Along The Scores

Tim Gardiner·August 3, 2019

Haiking Along The Scores written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 The Ravine imagination down the Ravine up Cart...

Poetry English

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Dinner With Your Demons

Godfrey Holy·March 26, 2019

Dinner With Your Demons written by: Godfrey Holy My skeleton dances to jingles and dirges Other rhymes...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Dance Macabre

Leta Hawk·October 26, 2018

Dance Macabre written by: Leta Hawk @LetaHawk Skeletons practice Extreme nudism as they Dance in their bare...

Poetry Halloween English

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Skeletons In My Closet

Fallen Engel·October 13, 2016

Skeletons In My Closet written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 The butterfly falls with such elegance, his mass...

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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