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Another’s Eyes

Leanne Howard Kenney·February 11, 2021

Another’s Eyes written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket In another’s eyes I look weak and frail. In...

Poetry English

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Clean-Handed

Zainab Iliyasu Bobi·February 4, 2021

Clean-Handed written by: Zainab Iliyasu Bobi They assume our genes are imprinted with crime They say we...

Poetry English

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No More Illusions

Kira Fulks·January 31, 2021

No More Illusions written by: Kira Fulks @TheForumPress There are no more illusions about the way things...

English Poetry

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POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS, EXCERPT II by Karen Clark at Spillwords.com

POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS II

Karen Clark·January 30, 2021

POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS EXCERPT II written by: Karen Clark The light was now receding; evening...

English Literature

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Life Well Seen

M. Taggart·January 25, 2021

Life Well Seen written by: M. Taggart You ever walk up a flight of concrete stairs and...

English Poetry

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Red Rose

Bhakta Bahadur Basnet·January 13, 2021

Red Rose written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet Hey Red Rose! Smile not at me With your enticing...

Poetry English

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Shortness of Breath

Kenneth Vincent Walker·January 1, 2021

Shortness of Breath written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker Shortness of breath amidst This horrendous pandemic, Is it...

English Poetry

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What Does Christmas Mean?

Amrita Valan·December 22, 2020

What Does Christmas Mean? written by: Amrita Valan What does Christmas mean to me? Seasonal joy and...

English Poetry Christmas

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White Christmas

Thaddeus Hutyra·December 20, 2020

White Christmas written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 Christmas, white Christmas just came in Gracefully, with magics’ splash...

English Christmas Poetry

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Undocumented

Andrada Costoiu·December 10, 2020

Undocumented written by: Andrada Costoiu @Andradac73 The sun above is scorching the playground, The child burns his...

English Poetry

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Solitude

Kate Blake·November 19, 2020

Solitude written by: Kate Blake Alone time allows me space to reflect ...

Poetry English

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What Color Is Light?

Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier·November 17, 2020

What Color Is Light? written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier @FemVietmeier When you look at a person What do...

English Poetry

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Picture Perfect

Shweta Meraki·November 13, 2020

Picture Perfect written by: Shweta Meraki So obsessed we all are with ‘perfection’ searching the world around...

Poetry English

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Dreaming of A Smile

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·November 11, 2020

Dreaming of A Smile written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera Old, and barely able, he walks out to...

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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