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The Hollow Men

Spillwords·October 27, 2019

The Hollow Men a poem by T.S. Eliot Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Words of Freedom

Darrena Strawder·October 7, 2019

Words of Freedom written by: Darrena Strawder Sad to say this life’s not fake Our choices prevail...

Poetry English

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Impermanent World

Sonal Singh·September 20, 2019

Impermanent World written by: Sonal Singh The sights of yesterday become memories of tomorrow. In this transient...

English Poetry

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Between T-shirts, Health Care and World Peace

G David Schwartz·September 18, 2019

Between T-shirts, Health Care and World Peace written by: G David Schwartz Ms. Mayer asked that I...

Literature English

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The King of The Diamonds

Hongri Yuan·September 11, 2019

English International Poetry Chinese

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Silver Lace Cloak

Ann Christine Tabaka·September 3, 2019

Silver Lace Cloak written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris Silver lace spills off her shoulders, like armor...

English Poetry

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Blind Alleys

Gauri Dixit·August 28, 2019

Blind Alleys written by: Gauri Dixit Where eyes don’t speak and lips don’t lie In the skies...

English Poetry

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Whirlpooling

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·August 21, 2019

Whirlpooling written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon Poets sing of dark days Poets lament of broken hearts Poets dance...

Poetry English

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Reflections on Vicarious Existence

Noah Smith·August 15, 2019

Reflections on Vicarious Existence written by: Noah Smith As so few now live in such a state...

English Literature

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The Art of Music

Mike Turner·August 8, 2019

The Art of Music written by: Mike Turner Heartache and despair Give rise to the blues Longing...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Landscapes Inside Me

Nayan Kumar Ujala·August 6, 2019

Landscapes Inside Me written by: Sallon lepcha Travelling has been my muse lately Eyes open, seeing emotions...

Poetry English

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Rainforest Song

Mark Scrivener·August 5, 2019

Rainforest Song written by: Mark Scrivener Rainforest shadow is shade on green, Above the sunlight flecks between High...

English Poetry

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Aun Tenemos Que Vivir Ocultos

Alexander Uslar·August 4, 2019

Aun Tenemos Que Vivir Ocultos written by: Uslariono @Uslariono Aun tenemos que “vivir” ocultos llorando nuestras penas,...

Confessions

Spillwords·August 4, 2019

Confessions a poem by Robert Browning What is he buzzing in my ears? ‘Now that I come...

Literary Greats 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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