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Standing Watch

Anne Gruner·August 26, 2023

Standing Watch written by: Anne Gruner One early morning at Safeway, I’d stopped to grab some groceries...

Poetry English

·1 min read

You’re Not Seeing Me

Roger Turner·May 1, 2023

You’re Not Seeing Me written by: Roger Turner @titansdad Sitting in my alleyway I watch people every...

English Poetry

·1 min read

No Mercy

Anna Bivens·April 28, 2023

No Mercy written by: Anna Bivens They are dying next door. All of them. Helmeted invaders, boots...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

Move Eastward, Happy Earth

Spillwords·April 23, 2023

Move Eastward, Happy Earth a poem by: Alfred Lord Tennyson Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon...

Literary Greats Poetry English

·1 min read

I Think of Internet Trolls

Jenny Middleton·February 28, 2023

I Think of Internet Trolls When I See the Stranded Jellyfish written by: Jenny Middleton brainless, bloodless...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Athan

Viviana Benfenati·June 12, 2022

Athan written by: Viviana Benfenati @bunnychernobyl I watched our little Greek town get painted with the colors...

My Granddaddy’s Watch

Russell Colclough·May 11, 2022

My Granddaddy’s Watch written by: Russell Colclough My granddaddy gave me his special watch, the winder on...

English Literature

·2 mins read

Morning Ministrations

CL Bledsoe·May 4, 2022

Morning Ministrations written by: CL Bledsoe @clbledsoe I can’t sleep on this new medication, so I go...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Allow Them To Eat Your Brain

Stark Hunter·October 9, 2021

Allow Them To Eat Your Brain written by: Stark Hunter You are relaxed as you scroll there....

English Poetry

·1 min read

As The City Evicts

Robyn MacKinnon·September 12, 2021

As The City Evicts written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat these in the city AS CITY EVICTS HOMELESS...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon English Poetry

·1 min read

Watch Me

Maggie Claypool·September 4, 2021

Watch Me written by: Maggie Claypool @TuTuMMC She watched the group of boys, laughing and gesturing, walk...

Literature English

·9 mins read

Embrace Life

Ann Christine Tabaka·February 20, 2021

Embrace Life written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris Toss a stone into a pond, watch the circles...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

First Snowflake

Freya Pickard·February 13, 2021

First Snowflake written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard amber eyes gaze upwards moon-wise, she crouches still, silent, copper...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Beauty and Death

Jeff Flaig·October 14, 2020

Beauty and Death written by: Jeff Flaig The deep reflection of a blue-green lake captures soft images...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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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