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Fallen Angel

Barbara Avon·August 17, 2020

Fallen Angel written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon Why don’t you come to me, Serafina? Swaddle me within your...

English Poetry

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Falling Star

John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)·August 12, 2020

Falling Star written by: John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking) Somewhere along the Cliffs of Moher, I watched...

Poetry English

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The Bark of The Black Dog

Patrick Doran·August 10, 2020

The Bark of The Black Dog written by: Patrick Doran Let the black dog bark it may...

English Poetry

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Love

Paula Puolakka·August 4, 2020

Love written by: Paula Puolakka Love: I do not comprehend. People are walking into the rooms without...

English Poetry

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Rainy Days

Satabdi Saha·August 1, 2020

Rainy Days written by: Satabdi Saha I sang to you with the voice of the rain On...

English Poetry

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She Stole My Soul

Muhammad Mohsin·July 30, 2020

She Stole My Soul written by: Muhammad Mohsin @MemonMohsi She runs over the misery of life she...

English Poetry

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A Heartbroken Rusalka

Boris Simonovski·July 27, 2020

A Heartbroken Rusalka written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet And so she shrieks, and pours out her sorrow,...

Poetry English

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Awakening of Soul

Saarthak Haldar·July 27, 2020

Awakening of Soul written by: Saarthak Haldar @haldar_saarthak Abstruse entity spread in air Everything altered like a...

Poetry English

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Right My Wrongs

Steven Selorm·July 27, 2020

Right My Wrongs written by: Steven Selorm @steven_selorm My love, If there’s one think I dream about,...

Poetry English

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You and Me

Kateri M. Walsh·July 22, 2020

You and Me written by: Kateri M. Walsh @walshkateri From the dawn of time, the fight has...

Poetry English

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Cruise Towards Love

Yanush Doyniak·July 20, 2020

Cruise Towards Love written by: Yanush Doyniak We are swimming Close to iceberg Only a little fear...

English Poetry

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My Necessary Coffee

Jose A. Tovar·July 20, 2020

My Necessary Coffee written by: Jose A. Tovar Your morning poetry is my necessary coffee: it awakens...

English Poetry

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A Lovers Call XXVII

Spillwords·July 19, 2020

A Lovers Call XXVII a poem by: Khalil Gibran Where are you, my beloved? Are you in...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Laughing Africa

Eve Dobbins·July 18, 2020

Laughing Africa written by: Eve Dobbins We know that Africa is not a camera and that the...

English Literature

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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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