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A Graveyard Walk

Kim M. Russell·December 2, 2021

A Graveyard Walk written by: Kim M. Russell @kim88110 A celebration before winter darkness, fingering crumbled earth...

English Haunted Holidays Featured Post Poetry

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The Fate of Humanity

Joni Caggiano·July 25, 2021

The Fate of Humanity written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 sand left by doting fairies, sifting from somnolent...

English Poetry

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On Bitter Tides

TJS Sherman·June 20, 2021

On Bitter Tides written by: TJS Sherman @TJSSherman In darkness silent The dark lady walks With weeping...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Ancestors

Nancy E. Campos·April 27, 2021

Ancestors written by: Nancy E. Campos @NancyECampos1 When you feel lost and you need answers. Be still,...

English Poetry

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The Mystery of the Weeping Willow on Halloween

Mary Bone·October 27, 2020

The Mystery of the Weeping Willow on Halloween written by: Mary Bone On Halloween night, a group...

English Literature Halloween

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Bridge

Ricky Hawthorne·August 29, 2020

Bridge written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames A cacophony of slate Uneven and sharp, yet Permanent, bending, un-mathematically,...

English Poetry

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Leaping Frogs

Alta H Mabin·December 28, 2019

Leaping Frogs written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin In the morning light Happy birds sing their duets...

English Poetry

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Lonesome Willow

Randal A. Burd, Jr.·December 26, 2019

Lonesome Willow written by: Randal A. Burd, Jr. @COLONELRANDAL The willow softly whispers words of wisdom in...

Poetry English Featured Post

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The Maiden and The Willow

P. T. Corwin·September 26, 2019

The Maiden and The Willow written by: P.T. Corwin There lived a young maiden, so sweet and...

English Poetry

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COUNT

Gigi Balita·July 27, 2019

COUNT written by: Gigi Balita When you’re alone, gaze up at the sky to see the clouds...

English Poetry

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A Tree-Hugger

Magdalena Podobińska·March 21, 2019

a tree-hugger written by: Magdalena Podobińska When I look at her years ago she seems so lonely and...

English Poetry

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The Willow That Weeps

Laura Hughes·May 21, 2018

The Willow That Weeps written by: Laura Hughes @SweetPea_1977 All of the memories, flooding back to my...

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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