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Pointy Headed Man

Steve Green·June 4, 2021

Pointy Headed Man written by: Steve Green @Word_Massager The strict and powerful Bishop of Order Worships at...

English Poetry

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Later Life

Spillwords·February 28, 2021

Later Life a poem by Christina Rossetti Something this foggy day, a something which Is neither of...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Pretty Cakes

Robyn MacKinnon·September 27, 2020

Pretty Cakes written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat looked pretty today creating those pretty cakes cute is happening...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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ALBERT CAMUS’S – ‘THE PLAGUE’ – ITS RELEVANCE TODAY

GS. Subbu·July 5, 2020

ALBERT CAMUS’S – ‘THE PLAGUE’ – ITS RELEVANCE TODAY written by: GS Subbu @gssubbu50 Forty-five years ago,...

Article English

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Tick Tock

Shaira Omar·January 27, 2020

Tick Tock written by: Shaira Omar Tick tock…tick tock… Life is counting down on your internal clock....

Poetry English

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But I Danced

Robyn MacKinnon·January 19, 2020

But I Danced written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Lessons learned today: it’s officially winter but I danced...

Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry

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Lines

Becca Lotus·January 1, 2020

Lines written by: Becca Lotus Reading behind the lines today. I’ll do the work. I’ll read it...

Poetry English

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The Man Who Collects

Bogpan·September 9, 2019

The Man Who Collects written by: Bogpan @panbog2 The man who collects evening clocks has no idea...

Poetry English

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Yesterday

Any1mark·September 5, 2019

Yesterday written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 I sweep up shards of yesterday But if reflection stares wispy back...

English Poetry

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The Stranger

Patricia Elliott·July 3, 2019

The Stranger written by: Patricia Elliot I can dream Of a man who will hold my heart...

Poetry English

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Mole

Eliza Segiet·June 9, 2019

Polish English International Poetry

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Joshua

David Estringel·May 25, 2019

Joshua written by: David Estringel @The_Booky_Man I heard, today, that you died nine years ago. My friend...

Poetry English

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Nothing Begins Today

Beth Tremaglio·August 22, 2018

Nothing Begins Today written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth Everything that is today began yesterday. Every word read...

English Beth Tremaglio Poetry

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A Bowl Of Blueberries

Ipsita Paul·July 5, 2018

A Bowl Of Blueberries written by: Ipsita Paul Yesterday was about the fresh warmth among his sweaty...

English Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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