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Concentrate

Andrea Walker·October 5, 2022

Concentrate written by: Andrea Walker A cup of sweet tea! Cures all ills! Don’t they say? Or...

English Poetry

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Eternity

David Gray-Hammond·October 2, 2022

Eternity written by: David Gray-Hammond @emgntdivergence And what if my face collapsed under the weight of my...

English Poetry

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The Shop That Buys Your Tears

Natalie Sands·September 29, 2022

The Shop That Buys Your Tears written by: Natalie Sands @natalie_sands The bullies stole his lunch money...

Mono No Aware

Debra Black·September 23, 2022

Mono No Aware: An Ode to a Bittersweet Moment of Fading Beauty and Impermanence written by: Debra Black...

Poetry English

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Two Slice Gravy

Ray Whitaker·September 21, 2022

Two Slice Gravy written by: Ray Whitaker Remembering my Grandfather he used to say “Put enough gravy...

Poetry English

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Glowing Sunrise

Jeff Flesch·September 21, 2022

Glowing Sunrise written by: Jeff Flesch @FleschJeff one, two, and three are the stars I count in...

Poetry English

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The Owl Watches Over Them

Wendy Markel·September 8, 2022

The Owl Watches Over Them written by: Wendy Markel The frozen tears of Angels fall, Their softness...

If It’s Not Love

Aishwarya Chauhan·September 8, 2022

If It’s Not Love written by: Aishwarya Chauhan a moment, a million years never enough when we...

Poetry English

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Guided by The Light

Elizabeth Ricketson·August 26, 2022

Guided by The Light written by: Elizabeth Ricketson @LRicketson Your breath was weighted while I waited. Age...

Poetry English

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Happiness is Seeing You

Andy Cooper·August 23, 2022

Happiness is Seeing You written by: Andy Cooper @AC0040 In a bar, I sat over vodka. I’d...

Poetry English

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Say You Still Care

Benedict Hurley·August 22, 2022

Say You Still Care written by: Benedict Hurley @musoman11 Sitting in the dark, my heart’s beating fast...

Poetry English

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Let it Go

Renuka·August 16, 2022

Let it Go written by: Renuka @voiceofrenuka Let it go, baby Let it go I know, I...

Poetry English

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Modlitwa (buntuję się)

Marian Rodziewicz·August 14, 2022

Modlitwa (buntuję się) written by: Marian Rodziewicz Buntuję się, sam już nie wiem przeciw czemu, Panie. Strzępi...

International Poetry Polish

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Echoes

Ginny M. Jones·August 10, 2022

Echoes written by: Ginny M. Jones Thoughts an unyielding riot The past comes bounding When they’re no...

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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