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Solar Stealth

Joan McNerney·December 8, 2018

Solar Stealth written by: Joan McNerney When yesterday was sunny I thought about putting out bowls to...

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Sunshine

The Quiet Quill·July 24, 2017

Sunshine written by: The Quiet Quill @TheQuietQuill Children giggling in ice cream bliss, Flowers bending to a...

Poetry English

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Radiant Sunlight

L.M.Giannone·January 28, 2017

Radiant Sunlight written by: L.M. Giannone @LISAGNO enveloped in your warmth kissed by your radiant sunlight you...

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Embracing Sunshine

Seorin Kae·August 19, 2016

Embracing Sunshine written by: Seorin Kae @SeorinKae the world we imagine is much smaller than the world we...

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The Season After Winter

Seorin Kae·August 12, 2016

The Season After Winter written by: Seorin Kae @SeorinKae what is spring without sunshine? it floats away as...

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Down Comes The Rain

Angel_Face44·July 24, 2016

Down Comes The Rain written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459 From dark skies fall a misty rain. In the breeze...

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This Is My Sunny Sunshine

Teresa Joseph Franklin·June 21, 2016

THIS IS MY SUNNY SUNSHINE written by: Teresa Joseph Franklin @tjfpoems A day full of joy A...

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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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