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Siren Song For Bottled Blues

Sawyer Stewart·February 16, 2022

Siren Song for Bottled Blues written by: Sawyer Stewart A Siren song has blossomed every bottled blue into...

Poetry English

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Earthsong

Steve Carr·February 15, 2022

Earthsong written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 Moles and field mice rode on the hem of the old...

Literature Featured Post English

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Jokerman

Paula Puolakka·February 7, 2022

Jokerman written by: Paula Puolakka The memories of yellow – of kindness and mercy – are the...

Poetry English

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Oh, How You Will Fly

FC Malby·February 1, 2022

Oh, How You Will Fly written by: FC Malby @fcmalby Your beauty lies in what you do...

Poetry English

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Life’s Breath

Eva Marie Cagley·January 17, 2022

Life’s Breath written by: Eva Marie Cagley @EvaCagley The humid night air breathes life Wraps you in...

English Poetry

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Dżdżyste życia łzy

Yvette Popławska·January 3, 2022

Dżdżyste życia łzy written by: Yvette Popławska @YPoplawska Zamienię w figlarne słowa perliste kropelki Niobe uwikłane w...

International Poetry Polish

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How May Poppins Made My Christmas, nonfiction by Nicolas D. Sampson at Spillwords.com

How Mary Poppins Made My Christmas

Nicolas D. Sampson·December 25, 2021

How Mary Poppins Made My Christmas written by: Nicolas D. Sampson @OldNickySDeN 25 December 2018… Christmas is...

Article English Christmas

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A Christmas Angel

Phyllis P. Colucci·December 23, 2021

A Christmas Angel written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot She came softly with the fallen snow And...

Phyllis P. Colucci Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas Poetry Christmas English

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I Hear Sleigh Bells Ringing on Christmas Eve

Christina Ciufo·December 21, 2021

I Hear Sleigh Bells Ringing on Christmas Eve written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo I hear sleigh bells...

Poetry Christmas English

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Christmas Candles

Elisha Alladina·December 19, 2021

Christmas Candles written & performed by: Elisha Alladina It was Christmas Eve I was feeling lonely All...

English Poetry Christmas

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Christmas Joy

Thaddeus Hutyra·December 15, 2021

Christmas Joy written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 The Westminster, Piccadilly Circus London’s Hyde Park and the Tube...

Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas English Poetry Christmas

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Christmas At The End of The Trail

Mike Turner·December 13, 2021

Christmas At the End of the Trail written & performed by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper Verse 1: The...

Christmas English Poetry

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Árvore Perdida

J. Maciel Costa·November 28, 2021

Árvore Perdida written by: J. Maciel Costa Quando chega a hora.. Deus dá o tempo imperfeito Para...

International Portuguese Poetry

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Volare

Wolfgang H.·November 24, 2021

Volare written by: Wolfgang H. - wenn vieles nur noch Makulatur und die Funktion das Sein überflügelt bricht früher...

Poetry English German International

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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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