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By Your Side

Russell Colclough·March 7, 2024

By Your Side A poem from Pam to Ade written by: Russell Colclough Sometimes a breeze, the...

Poetry English

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Wordicide

Fenja Hill·March 1, 2024

Wordicide written by: Fenja Hill Bleak. Now, there’s a word that does what it says on the...

English Literature

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Waiting for a Message

Liz deBeer·February 28, 2024

Waiting for a Message written by: Liz deBeer @debeerliz A florescent yellow-green tennis ball peeks from under...

English Literature

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Winter Solstice

Jude Neale·February 17, 2024

Winter Solstice written by: Jude Neale The daylight slips behind The cedar grove early now A gold...

English Poetry

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Exploring Other Worlds

Tom Simons·February 12, 2024

Exploring Other Worlds Joining Mother & Father, The Androids written by: Tom Simons One day there was...

Poetry English

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Enchanted You

Shaa Zainol·February 5, 2024

Enchanted you written by: Shaa Zainol the scarlet heart of city amusing like an infinity fleeting you...

Poetry English

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Treetops

Zach Zajac·February 3, 2024

Treetops written by: Zach Zajac @zakzakzajac Treetops lick the sky like towering plumes of flame cracking the...

English Poetry

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Words

Jeff Flaig·January 11, 2024

Words written by: Jeff Flaig Words spoken softly reflected through your eyes Capture my quiet breath, my...

English Poetry

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Coś do Powiedzenia

Katarzyna Koziorowska·January 7, 2024

Coś do Powiedzenia written by: Katarzyna Koziorowska dwulicowa jest pasja przerastająca najlichsze ziarnko piasku sprzedano mnie opowieściom...

International Poetry Polish

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Probably Not For The Likes of Me

Andy Houstoun·January 6, 2024

Probably Not For The Likes of Me written by: Andy Houstoun @Madmax69425310 The fire crackles and I...

Literature English

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Washington Park

Waide Riddle·December 27, 2023

Washington Park written by: Waide Riddle Snow swirled and spun. Falling from the gray December sky. High...

Poetry English

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Please Come True

Elizabeth Hilsch·December 14, 2023

Please Come True written by: Elizabeth Hilsch Winter’s fingers clutch and snare Icy whispers dance through air...

English Poetry Christmas

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So Many Questions

Jane Bradshaw·December 12, 2023

So Many Questions written by: Jane Bradshaw The little one gazed upwards With eyes huge and round...

Poetry English

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When The Poetry Becomes Real

Troy DeFrates·November 24, 2023

When The Poetry Becomes Real written by: Troy DeFrates A speechless poet, what a sight to see,...

English Poetry

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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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