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Golden Memories

Robyn MacKinnon·August 30, 2020

Golden Memories written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Silence is golden a handful of these pictures…. shaded by...

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Muse

Carson Pytell·August 15, 2020

Muse written by: Carson Pytell When Caedmonic catalysts but short walks bequeath and splendor is found in...

Dave and The Tree House

Jim Bates·August 3, 2020

Dave and The Tree House written by: Jim Bates I don’t know why I ended up taking...

English Literature

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Needing Each Other

Philomena Daly·June 30, 2020

Needing Each Other written by: Philomena Daly After such a long period of no physical contact, it...

English Poetry

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Let Loose The Lunatics

Robin McNamara·June 29, 2020

Let Loose The Lunatics written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 Let loose the lunatics within this – shadowed...

English Poetry

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Willow Tree

Michal Reibenbach·June 26, 2020

Willow Tree written by: Michal Reibenbach Anna is playing with Bobby, a neighbor’s son in their garden...

Literature English

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Just Like Me

Jenny Thomas·June 2, 2020

Just Like Me written by: Jenny Thomas @authorjcthomas In the morning light sleepers lie And the tracks...

Poetry English

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The Lonely Birch

Julian Lee·May 28, 2020

The Lonely Birch written by: Julian Lee @julian_lee76 There stands a tree, Beside an abbey, So many...

Poetry English

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Remind Me

Heidi Baker·March 28, 2020

Remind Me written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 Remind me how to write poetry, when I cannot see...

Poetry English

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Birches

Spillwords·March 15, 2020

Birches a poem by: Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Plum Tree

Prabhanjan K. Mishra·March 8, 2020

The Plum Tree written by: Prabhanjan K. Mishra I wonder… if this fruity fragrance in air wafts...

Poetry English

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Into The Black Maple

G. Rod Hamilton·March 1, 2020

Into The Black Maple written by: Rando Mithlo The afternoon sunlight shines through the pointed leaves of...

Gathering

Kelley Farrell·February 20, 2020

Gathering written by: Kelley Farell @elleykawrites You always said the kitchen was our gathering place. “Over fine...

English Literature

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Jabberwocky

Spillwords·February 9, 2020

Jabberwocky a poem by: Lewis Carroll ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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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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