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The Taste of Life

Michael Balner·February 23, 2024

The Taste of Life written by: Michael Balner Oh, how fast they slip away; hours, days and...

English Poetry

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A Wing-Stroke Spectacle, a poem by Daniel Moreschi at Spillwords.com

A Winged-Stroke Spectacle

Daniel Moreschi·February 6, 2024

A Wing-Stroke Spectacle written by: Daniel Moreschi Segmented sets of starlings sharply elevate towards candescent skies, suspend,...

The Christmas Miracle

Richard Prime·December 25, 2023

The Christmas Miracle written by: Richard Prime A winter night, but I felt no cold. Mist and...

English Literature Christmas

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A Moment in Time

Beth Purita·August 4, 2023

A Moment in Time written by: Beth Purita Ashes of our predecessors all around us lost and...

English Poetry

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Rain of Solitude

Martina Rimbaldo·June 27, 2023

Rain of Solitude written by: Martina Rimbaldo @MartinaRimbaldo I stand in the rain alone, Under the gloomy...

English Poetry

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Life’s Impermanence

J. D. Nelson·May 19, 2023

Life’s Impermanence written by: J. D. Nelson @madverse life’s impermanence . . . an old pan from...

English Poetry

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Cassingles

Jacob Dunstan·May 3, 2023

Cassingles written by: Jacob Dunstan Cumulative reveries collect, in the vortex corners of eyes, apropos to the...

English Poetry

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Dew Drops

Nafisa Shabbir·February 27, 2023

Dew Drops written by: Nafisa Shabbir The dew Sparkling on the leaves That hang on the tree...

English Poetry

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Empty Pots

Dr Molly Joseph·January 11, 2023

Empty Pots written by: Dr. Molly Joseph they flash and float in the flux the medley of...

English Poetry

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Na Pewno

Katarzyna Dominik·August 28, 2022

Na Pewno written by: Katarzyna Dominik Jeśli nie tu to gdzieś w wymiarze zamknę czas w klepsydrze...

Polish International Poetry

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Transient Smudges

Marion Horton·August 18, 2022

Transient Smudges written by: Marion Horton The Acer’s tiny fluttering hands are prematurely red-tinged, waving above the...

Poetry English

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View Over Sun Moon Lake

Ian Fletcher·July 29, 2022

View Over Sun Moon Lake (Taiwan) written by: Ian Fletcher The serene waters below should mirror a...

Poetry English

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Transient Life

John Pitman Gibson·January 19, 2022

Transient Life written by: John Pitman Gibson @Gibsonjohn626 I stretch upward My shoot elongates up My voice...

English Poetry

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Transient Radiance

Dr Molly Joseph·September 10, 2021

Transient Radiance written by: Dr. Molly Joseph The hanging dew drop on the flimsy fragile shoot, defying...

English Poetry

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MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

The wait is over! Introducing Rebel Claus, the ultimate Spillwords Christmas Santa, shaped by your festive imagination and votes.

Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

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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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