Mastodawn

Perfect for children and adults alike, it’s a book you can read together, revisit often, and cherish for years.
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Tommi Kauppinen 5h ago

A small big thought, reminiscent from the 1980's.

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JumblePublishing 10h ago

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The Armenian Language Is the Home of the Armenian by Moushegh Ishkhan

The Armenian language is the home and haven where the wanderer can own roof and wall and nourishment. He can enter to find love and pride, locking the hyena and the storm outside. For centuries its…

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JumblePublishing 1d ago

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Blouse by Nithy Kasa

Mother had a blouse. It was mauve with puff-sleeves. Roped shoulders with pads under. The collar Peter Pan. The style of the forties. They stitched Devil’s Ivies on the breasts like purple hearts. …

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Rishikesh Upadhyay 1d ago

Flow of Life, a poem by Rishikesh Upadhyay.

(Originally published
at spillwordspress)

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Richard J. Greene 2d ago

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Portents of Spring

For the first time in monthsit was mild this morningwhen I stepped outside.At least it seemed that wayafter relentless frozen nights and frigid days,the ground in a shroud of snow,the sky a mournfu…

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A Toast by Eric Weil

I learned a man who’d persecuted me Is dead. The crime, once old and stowed away, Returned so fresh, it’s all that I can see: His grinning face and bullet eyes, all day. He was my boss, of course; …

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