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The Crooked Mile

Flash·December 12, 2022

The Crooked Mile written by: Flash I was once a crooked man, And I drove a crooked...

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O Papa, My Papa

Nivedita Roy·December 12, 2022

O Papa, My Papa written by: Nivedita Roy When the road to life gets rough, I regret not...

Poetry English

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When Love is Not Love

Christine Leaf·December 10, 2022

When Love is Not Love written by: Christine Leaf When love is not love It is heavier...

I Won’t Forget My Classroom Globes…

Dmitriy Belyanin·December 5, 2022

I Won’t Forget My Classroom Globes… written by: Dmitriy Belyanin I won’t forget my classroom globes. All...

English Poetry

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Death of a Poet (Steven L Carr)

David L Painter·December 4, 2022

Death of a Poet (Steven L Carr) written by: David L Painter A poet passed away yesterday...

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11/11

Mhairi Campbell·November 25, 2022

11/11 written by: Mhairi Campbell I breathe and kneel at the foot of myself Withering drips of...

English Poetry

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ADORACJA

Konrad Stawiarski·November 20, 2022

ADORACJA Piosenka dla Miłości written by: Konrad Stawiarski W otwartych sekretarzykach Ty, W oknach Nieba pulsujesz Ty....

Polish International Poetry

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Into The Twilight

Robyn MacKinnon·November 13, 2022

Into The Twilight written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat acoustic guitars further into the twilight Sometimes we smile...

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This is My England

Chloe Gilholy·November 12, 2022

This is My England written by: Chloe Gilholy My little space of tranquility has shaken Beneath the...

Poetry English

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This is My Father

Michael H. Brownstein·November 3, 2022

This is My Father written by: Michael H. Brownstein I always thought you would outlive me Lifting...

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Thirsty Lips

Shraddha S Sahu·October 12, 2022

Thirsty Lips written by: Shraddha S Sahu @Shraddh56141048 Freedom that appears on the surface Is tied with...

English Poetry

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Pleas From Unbalanced Traits

Cailey Tarriane·October 7, 2022

Pleas From Unbalanced Traits written by: Cailey Tarriane @caileytarriane Dear empathy, Why would you cry? Blessing others...

English Poetry

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Recurring

Stephen Kingsnorth·October 7, 2022

Recurring written by: Stephen Kingsnorth They say it’s curvature of space, event horizons, years of light, but...

English Poetry

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Epiphany

Coleen van Staden·October 5, 2022

Epiphany written by: Coleen van Staden @coleenvanstaden I read between the lines of your face and find...

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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