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Natalia Aeschliman·May 16, 2017

Run written by: Natalia Aeschliman @NataliaAeschlim Old friends, new flames Away from the darkness Masks come off...

English Poetry

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The Hair Stylist

Sunil Sharma·May 2, 2017

The hair stylist written by: Sunil Sharma @drsunilsharma The man was in demand. At The Makeover, he...

English Literature

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The Prolonged Bromance of Vyvyan and the People’s Poet

Joseph S. Pete·April 25, 2017

The Prolonged Bromance of Vyvyan and the People’s Poet written by: Joseph S. Pete @nwi_jsp At Scumbag...

English Poetry

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Searching and Found

G.R. Weslo·April 15, 2017

Searching and Found written by: G.R. Weslo When I was young I would walk through the fields...

Poetry English

·1 min read

To The Youth

Brian Wayne Smith·April 1, 2017

To the Youth written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Tell us what’s on your mind. Don’t hold...

Poetry English

·2 mins read

TIME/PASSION

Stanley Wilkin·February 23, 2017

TIME/PASSION written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk What did the old man say as he walked into the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Era Joven

Jose A Gomez·February 10, 2017

Era Joven A Poem by José A Gómez La nostalgia me embarga cuando pienso que era joven...

Spanish Poetry Jose A Gomez

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WHAT NOW……?

Stanley Wilkin·December 8, 2016

WHAT NOW……? written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk What now, the loss of limbs in a distant conflagration?...

English Poetry

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Tasha’s Eyes

Natalia Aeschliman·September 22, 2016

Tasha’s Eyes written by: Natalia Aeschliman @NataliaAeschlim Early morning I look in the mirror Dark circles under...

English

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The Sunday Morning Girl

R Solino·August 30, 2016

The Sunday Morning Girl written: R. Solino @UniverSolino There was magic in that Sunday morning – or...

English

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Vines

John Carroll Walls·August 24, 2016

Vines written by: John Carrol Walls @Balladeer1973 Spring shed its skin like the hollow cottonmouth, as our...

English

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Belle Époque

Anne G·July 23, 2016

Belle Époque written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth A porcelain teacup etched in gold, adorned with tiny fragile...

Anne G English Poetry

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Warning

Spillwords·July 10, 2016

Warning a poem by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a...

Literary Greats English

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Alighted Statue

Rhaster·June 26, 2016

Alighted Statue written by: Rhaster @RHaster Alighted statue of temporal beauty a soft sigh rests open eyes lost...

English

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I was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. At fifteen I left school without the skills or maturity to appreciate the wider world. At nineteen I packed a bag and wandered through Europe and North Africa, learning from the road. At twenty‑five I earned the qualifications for university, eventually becoming a high school teacher and later an education manager. Now I live with my amazing wife on an island north of Seattle. After retiring and with encouragement from Spillwords and the Clever Park Writers Group, I traded reports for storytelling. And that's where the fiction began...

Cast Off by Niall Crowley

The two computer screens tighten their grip. Tom pivots between them, tracking one while he works on the other. Careful discipline from early morning to close of business. Number crunching, he would have termed it before. Now it’s data management and verification, his task to model and tabulate clients’ financial situations and options. Bookkeeping, he would admit to, in more candid moments. He’s tethered firmly to the task, though, and has been since he started here, nearly two years now. Bound in the rigour the work requires, as if life itself depends on it. Top floor, dormer window ...

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