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No Mercy

Anna Bivens·April 28, 2023

No Mercy written by: Anna Bivens They are dying next door. All of them. Helmeted invaders, boots...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Man and The Voices

George Siaway Karnea Boakai·April 6, 2023

Man and The Voices written by: George Siaway Karnea Boakai I hear two voices tattling inside of...

Poetry English

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Razz Putin!

Kenneth Vincent Walker·March 12, 2023

Razz Putin! (Coward of Moscow) written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker A coward supreme Of the very lowest...

Poetry English

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The Earth Remembers

Kalpna Singh-Chitnis·June 5, 2022

The Earth Remembers A Hundred and Eleven Line Poem written by: Kalpna Singh-Chitnis @AccessKalpna With the rain,...

Poetry English

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This Scarecrow Road

Jim Bellamy·October 28, 2020

This Scarecrow Road written by: Jim Bellamy this scarecrow road, as naped in ghosts as slaughter, heeds...

Halloween English Poetry

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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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