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Cindy Medina·November 13, 2019

Thumbprint written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 A rainbow’s thumbprint shimmers in early morning sky its owner touched....

English Poetry

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The Thing About Oil Spills

Godfrey Holy·October 16, 2019

The Thing About Oil Spills written by: Godfrey Holy I watch birds fly bid them farewell as they...

Poetry English

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The King of The Diamonds

Hongri Yuan·September 11, 2019

English International Poetry Chinese

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Car Fire

James Gabriel·September 8, 2019

Car Fire written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 the clouds are thin a lace cloth stretched over a...

English Poetry

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Cowboy Coffee

Roger Turner·August 26, 2019

Cowboy Coffee written by: Roger Turner @titansdad wind is coming in sun is just showing horses are...

English Poetry

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Sleepless

James Yesley·August 16, 2019

Sleepless written by: James Yesley The sun rises again, as it does each day. A tragic welcome...

Poetry English

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Rainbow

Claude Seguy·August 13, 2019

Rainbow written by: Claude Seguy Sitting on a green field among the daisies, The poppies, The dandelions’...

English Poetry

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I Call For You Again

Ryan K·August 5, 2019

I Call For You Again written by: Ryan K I call for you again, wicked Darkness To...

English Poetry

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A Rose

Magdalena Podobińska·July 17, 2019

A Rose written by: Magdalena Podobińska So finally the sun went down and they went home both in...

Poetry English

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SunDance

RayFed·July 5, 2019

SunDance written by: RayFed @MrRayFed Light comes again, even though hope seems strangely invisible. The night has...

English Poetry

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E, part of a poetry collection written by Tony Ortiz at Spillwords.com

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Tony Ortiz·July 4, 2019

E written by: Tony Ortiz The air stings with the thick smell of brimstone And burning flesh....

Poetry English

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Curlews

Polly Oliver·July 1, 2019

Curlews written by: Polly Oliver “Stop talking,” you said by the estuary’s edge. You kissed me and...

English Poetry

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Meet Me in The Park

Henry Bladon·June 29, 2019

Meet Me in The Park written by: Henry Bladon We will meet on the grass near the lake. We...

English Poetry

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Playing With The Sun

Shraddhanvita Tiwari·June 27, 2019

Playing With The Sun written by: Shraddhanvita Tiwari We played the ball yellow-red When sunbeams came 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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