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Oct 13, 20231 min read

Tucked Away - By Madysin-Lynn

I’ve tucked away, so no one can ever see The little glimpse of hope that I used to say was me. So far away with every lock and chain, And...

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Oct 8, 20231 min read

Crashing - By Madysin-Lynn

Just like the ocean so dark and so blue, Waves of sadness at depths that no one ever knew. Floating around just trying to find out, Where...

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Sep 3, 20234 min read

Lumley Street - By Andre Thomas

I held my hand up to Fatman who stood on McGraw next to the Alryashi Store. Fatman’s real name was Benjamin Carter. Though, no one dared...

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Aug 19, 20232 min read

The Present - By Conrad Gardner

Collette had been through a bad breakup. Not only did she find Nicola, her no-longer-girlfriend in bed with some guy who looked like...

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Aug 16, 20232 min read

Sheets - By Conrad Gardner

In case you haven’t already met her, Collette possesses some neat-freak tendencies. She doesn’t have OCD or anything clinical, but she...

Conrad Gardner

Aug 16, 20232 min read

The Ducks - By Conrad Gardner

I used to run along this quiet road a while back. It curved uphill for a few miles and came to a beautiful crest which gave me a view of...

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Aug 8, 20231 min read

Roll On - By John Grey

I wake at one a.m. like a fishbone in a throat. Dim night light. Ticking of a watch. And the moon like a straw bell tolling silently. A...

The Noise From Within, Below - By John Grey

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Aug 8, 20231 min read

The Noise From Within, Below - By John Grey

As the years go by, the dead grow louder. My ancestors echo through my bones, my bloodstream. The graves of soldiers cry out at those who...

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Aug 8, 20232 min read

Carpets - By Conrad Gardner

I never lived in a house with carpets until I started renting my first flat, the one above the chippie. It felt like an okay compromise,...

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Aug 7, 202324 min read

A Hungry Dance - By T R Healy

“This dance has no name. It is a hungry dance.” - Wallace Stevens, “Dance of the Macabre Mice” Prologue Am I alive? Rogers wondered as...

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Aug 7, 20231 min read

A Self Born Mission - By H L Dowless

I’m on a self born mission, Like a bat out of hell, In an apathetic mental condition, Riding a midnight carousel. I don’t know exactly...

Babe Without You Life Is So Blue - By H L Dowless

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Aug 7, 20231 min read

Babe Without You Life Is So Blue - By H L Dowless

Tears are rolling down my face, I simply don’t know what to do, My mind grasps not time nor space, Since I have no choice but to live...

I don't want to die, I want to go home - By Gale Acuff

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Aug 5, 20231 min read

I don't want to die, I want to go home - By Gale Acuff

I don't want to die, I want to go home to Heaven, that is, to see my Maker, if there is one but I don't want to go if I have to die to...

I don't want to die-ever, I mean - I - By Gale Acuff

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Aug 5, 20231 min read

I don't want to die-ever, I mean - I - By Gale Acuff

I don't want to die--ever, I mean--I might live to be 100 but I still don't want to croak, living's all that I've known, life at least...

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Aug 4, 20231 min read

Censure This - By Colin James

Since my dog bite I've been having ethereal dreams. Nothing about Fido's kiss keeps me fellowish so I stay awake in-between naps. The...

To the Boy I Loved Before - By Annessa Banes

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Aug 1, 20234 min read

To the Boy I Loved Before - By Annessa Banes

I now understand why people say that your first love is unforgettable. I also understand why people say your first love is the most...

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 7 - BY K A GILBERTSON

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Jul 23, 20232 min read

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 7 - BY K A GILBERTSON

One foggy morning, just as dawn was disappearing, two riders rode up to Fiodr Semionovich’s farm. One of them was Tverskov. His face...

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 6 - BY K A GILBERTSON

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Jul 22, 20234 min read

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 6 - BY K A GILBERTSON

"Black raven, black raven, Why do you fly above me? Black raven, oh black raven, Leave me alone. I am not your prey." Sitting on the long...

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 5 - BY K A GILBERTSON

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Jul 22, 20236 min read

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 5 - BY K A GILBERTSON

The smell of freshly baked corn galettes wafted up the stairs from where he was sitting. When the General left his room to get some...

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 4 - BY K A GILBERTSON

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Jul 22, 20236 min read

THE RED POET, CHAPTER 4 - BY K A GILBERTSON

The intoxicating scent of roses wafted up to his window. He remembered that spring in Moscow when he had not yet embraced the cause....