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May Sunflowers Always Grow

Linda M. Crate·March 1, 2022

May Sunflowers Always Grow written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i won’t attempt to appeal to putin’s...

English Poetry

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Kali’s Mandala

Ximena Escobar·February 9, 2022

Kali’s Mandala written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin A collection of images With no coherent meaning Spun, kaleidoscopic...

Poetry English

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A Past Memory of Myself

Ibrahim Idris·October 13, 2021

A Past Memory of Myself written by: Ibrahim “dreezy” Idris I’m right there in the middle of...

Poetry English

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Musa

Carmen Frech Oliveri·September 23, 2021

Musa written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri Cuando la mente fecunda te encuentra, vestida de girasoles, tus brazos...

Spanish Poetry

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Słoneczniki

Yvette Popławska·September 1, 2021

Słoneczniki written by: Yvette Popławska @YPoplawska Wodzi wzrokiem powłóczyście tarcza, w słońce spoglądając kokieteryjnie, obwieszcza naturze, nadejście...

International Poetry Polish

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The Sun, The Flower and The Splendor

Mahroz·October 12, 2020

The Sun, The Flower and The Splendor written by: Mahroz The Sunflower wishes to go Laid by...

Poetry English

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Sunflowers

Eliza Segiet·July 22, 2018

Poetry Polish English International

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Waltz Of A Sunflower

Nicole Doyle·April 2, 2017

Waltz of a Sunflower written by: Nicole Doyle She gazes into the puddle of murky water and...

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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