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A Name

Amanda Needham·October 17, 2017

A Name written by: Amanda Needham My grandmother was named after a man. Let it be written...

Poetry English

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Male Privilege

Rakind Kaur·October 10, 2017

Male Privilege written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah He had something important to say it did need saying even though...

Poetry English

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The Bunch Of Broom

Gbengar Emmarnuel Arcuute·October 7, 2017

The Bunch of Broom written by: Gbengar Emmarnuel Arcuute That child with a broomstick, Can never purify...

English Poetry

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YOU

TM DiSarro·October 5, 2017

YOU written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro She looks like an angel Walking on air And carries herself...

Poetry English

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The Endless Summer of 1934

Hope Jones·September 28, 2017

The Endless Summer of 1934 written by: Hope Jones @Hope__Jones She opens the creaky, old door to...

English Literature

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Mine

Beth·August 13, 2017

Mine written by: Beth @motherhubblog Not his, not theirs, not ours, not yours. No papers, no vows,...

English Poetry

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She, A Mannequin

Monica Oswal·July 11, 2017

She, A Mannequin written by: Monica Oswal @monica.oswal She sets them all free to fly away, spread wings...

English Poetry

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Number 5 Cheap Street

Camille·June 24, 2017

Number 5 Cheap Street written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 Sickly sweet odour of cheap perfume hangs in...

English Featured Post Poetry

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The Stoning of Sin

Charlie Bottle·June 10, 2017

The Stoning of Sin written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Come see the rocks I have collected, look...

English Poetry

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Lohgarh

Rakind Kaur·May 4, 2017

Lohgarh written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah I read a story and it stirred a memory, A memory that was...

English Poetry

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All Men Are Bastards!

J.Ahlberg·March 30, 2017

All Men Are Bastards! written by: J.Ahlberg @anothermadidea Scrawling through Twitter on a Friday night. I’ve spent...

English Featured Post Editorial Article

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How To Gut A Fish

John Lopes·March 17, 2017

How to gut a fish written by: John Lopes @PoetryIncubator Sharpen the knife by whetstone, walk to the...

Poetry English

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I Wish I Had A Willy!

J.Ahlberg·March 17, 2017

I Wish I had a Willy! written by: J.Ahlberg @anothermadidea If I only had a penis I...

English Poetry

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Beloved Of The Mother

Holly Michaels·February 13, 2017

Beloved of the Mother written by: Holly Michaels @poetholly The Nile curves along my thighs flows North...

English Poetry

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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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