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Namalowałeś…

Danuta Czerwińska Murawska·January 2, 2024

Namalowałeś… written by: Danuta Czerwińska Murawska Namalowałeś moje sny Na płótnie zwątpienia Szukałam ich w lesie Wśród...

International Poetry Polish

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The Story of Us

Teodora Vamvu·October 11, 2023

The Story of Us written by: Teodora Vamvu @teodora_vamvu A novelist could have written the story of...

English Literature

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The Mask of March

LadyLily·March 20, 2021

The Mask of March written by: LadyLily @AFairymary The womb of Spring opens… shedding her rich-ruby gems....

English Featured Post Poetry

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Some Commandments For The Dreamy Erlking

Paweł Markiewicz·October 3, 2020

Some Commandments For The Dreamy Erlking written by: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who loves an...

English Poetry

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To The Rosebud

Lei Writses·September 21, 2019

To The Rosebud written by: Lei Writses To that lonely rosebud on the field of tulips, Pretty,...

Poetry English

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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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Winterbloom

The Seagull

Lena

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Namalowałeś…

The Story of Us

The Mask of March

Some Commandments For The Dreamy Erlking

To The Rosebud

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

To Grandmother’s House

The Visit

Naughty Or Nice

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

Mercury

Come Sit

Winter’s Tyranny

Apology

Christmas Hotdog

Bonny Dundee