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Miles From Home

Ivor Steven·September 20, 2022

Miles From Home written by: Ivor Steven @ivors20 Today I went left, instead of right No matter...

Poetry English

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Uncertainty

Ekogo Ekogo·February 24, 2022

Uncertainty written by: Ekogo Ekogo @EkogoAthanase Troubles me What must come to be? The green must fade,...

Poetry English

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Hang The Hangman

Ikechukwu Obiorah·March 23, 2021

Hang The Hangman written by: Ikechukwu Obiorah @IkechukwuObio10 You’re busy moving all your muscles, Chesting the ball...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Christmas Choir, poetry by Robin McNamara at Spillwords.com

The Christmas Choir

Robin McNamara·December 13, 2020

The Christmas Choir written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 When the choir sings to heaven we listen from...

English Poetry Christmas

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A Dream I Dreamt

Broken Montague·April 22, 2020

A Dream I Dreamt written by: Broken Montague I woke up from a dream, From a very...

Poetry English

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Double Trouble

Christopher S. Bell·April 15, 2020

Double Trouble written by: Christopher S. Bell @CScottBell Gerry watched foam drip from his glass to the bartop...

Literature English

·8 mins read

Simply The Best

Eamon O'Leary·March 19, 2020

Simply The Best written by: Eamon O’Leary The trial had tongues wagging and now a guilty verdict....

Perspective

Archit Joshi·January 30, 2020

Perspective written by: Archit Joshi @ArchitJoshi Whistling woods, shy shores Nature’s symphonies gallore Small seem our troubles...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Gilmer Bright

G. Rod Hamilton·January 24, 2020

Gilmer Bright written by: Rando Mithlo Into a hole fell Gilmer Bright With a thud dust kicked...

English Poetry

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First World Trailer Park Dilemmas

Mike Sharlow·October 6, 2019

First World Trailer Park Dilemmas written by: Mike Sharlow I was watching TV and doing a little...

Literature English

·9 mins read

Marshmallows

Adam Nelson·September 11, 2019

Marshmallows written by: Adam Nelson @AppleParkFilms Ever since she was a little girl Amelia had wanted to...

Literature English

·1 min read

Yesterday

Any1mark·September 5, 2019

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

English Poetry

·1 min read

This Finite Peace

Dr. Nikhat Bano·June 13, 2019

This Finite Peace written by: Dr. Nikhat Bano A short, solitary journey through an isolated place, has...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Seeking Silence

Gopal Lahiri·April 4, 2019

Seeking Silence written by: Gopal Lahiri @gopallahiri Words are weaving words, kind and harsh, Some are opening...

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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